I have this on my plate today
Women, language of women
It stands tall in dark secrets
In this world language to women
Ulu! Kikiki, ulu! This language
Sexists if sexist speak and converse
They gossip well themselves, women
Sordid and so spacious house of commons
Their language is a spade, a pearfish
This common language of womanlike
I see them, gathering thoughts
For a talk is such bossy gossipers
As such they have no where to say
Everywhere is their tree shade
Beneath the dark page, the shade wanders
As such it widens their womankind
Women, language of women
I retire when I am in their cage
All glass on the window, they see through
All ages they pass on to ages
Ulu! Kikiki, ulu! This language
I speak when I am around
But they speak better themselves
This female patterns of speach
And tie gossips to the tree
And they die for their homes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem