Did we, for one day, stop looking at women
as nothing more than a piece of meat?
Did we stop suggesting that somehow it's all her fault,
everything, including the semen stained bedsheet?
Our little girls.. did we ask them to
sit properly, talk softly, eat slowly?
That young mother.. surely on this day we remembered
her name, and not just that she's a divorcee?
For one day, and one day alone, did we manage
to stop the criticism, the accusations, the discrimination?
Or did we just write a few trashy lines.. poetry,
in the name of intellectual masturbation?
