Equality
Now busy with truck I see men, stand and
Get released, then drive
I listened to one say: “This is not women’s job.”
I added to flame; as it is my normal.
With questions and questions and question.
This is how I go deep, always swim; also dive.
“I am not a sexist…they are great…don’t resist.”
He talked and I was mouse.
In meantime I recalled desert tour in Dubai.
Men, women, both Eastern and Western…
Two poor chicks needed to…
They had to walk a lot
And at last one stood
With cloth…
“It can be…I replied.”
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