Like the bird from the fire…
Re-birth is a desire…
No more dancing…
To be viewed…
And no more getting screwed…
Respect on site…
Be it day or night…
And yes will sometimes…
Be no…
Even in a hot flash…
My no you can’t trash…
Renaissance woman…
Are the women of yesterday?
The woman of today…
And surely the women of tomorrow…
Rolled into one…
Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem