On Woman's Day Poem by Mustafa Kenj

On the two or the ten The Thrird or the seventh
A lady stoped me and nodded asking but why
Was It on the eighth for a reason just a poor try
Women should be on the first
I smiled back for a while so replied
She told oh No need to answer
Glad good they were Us to for lusts to remember
But is not It a bit late? It is not the sixth or seventh
We dont need a day But appreciation, and care
What if they celebrate Us today, on the next rape
But then no shelter no care! Nothing to be offered
Dear tell your genderlike, A man for us to Be
A brother of kindness A husband of passion
Workmates of respect and equal vision
With these such males we can have all days
Yet out of a sudden as our bodies to remind
Women monthy need a rest with pain bleed
Thus this day wont be like as if invain to name
What would sound suger cube in a salty ocean