Darkened Womens Rooms Poem by Patti Masterman

Darkened women's rooms
Have a hint of the mystical about them;
Boudoirs with traces of nylon and lace, whispers of musk,
Rouge stains on satin, and curling irons.
If women ruled the world,
Wars would soon die out, for lack of interest.
Mascara would be hand delivered, right to the door,
Instead of newspapers filed with wars and rumors of wars.

Every woman in the world's a nurturing mother
In her soul, even if she hasn't realized it yet.
All the battles and assassinations of this world
Kill someone's child every single day.
There was never a safe playground to be found,
Anywhere that men were in charge of everything.