On Woman's Day Poem by Mustafa Kenj

Women's Day
On the two or the ten
The Thrird or the seventh
A lady stoped me to ask
Why was It on the eight
Women should be on the first
So I Smiled back
in anger she told
Oh good they were
Us to for lusts to remember
But is not It a bit late
It is not seven but
a day more us to wait
We dont need a day
But a care and love
An appreciation
What if they celebrate
Us today, on the next
my sisters get raped
But then
no shelter no care
Nothing to be offered
Still her reject to marry
Dear tell your genderlike
A man for her should
Be a brother of kindness
A husband of passion A
workmates of respect
With these males
we can have all days
Yet out of a
sudden her to remind
She is a woman and
need care for a day
As what would sound
suger cube in a salty ocean