When i see (you) walk down the street
with privilege and clean water and semi-equal pay
and colour in the creases of (your) lips
and smudges on the rims of (your) eyelids
and uniform of femininity expected
from a professional girl
They will say to (you)
'sweetheart, fetch Me a coffee.'
and (you) will do it
and (you) will smile, two pearly-front teeth
years of torture at the orthodontist
for this one, presentable moment
just to be normal and forgettable
when March 8 grinds around
and (you) wave banners and (you) ...