They don't make us like them anymore
Who know their "place"
And never overstep
They don't make us like them anymore
Who beg for what's rightfully theirs
And glory in a martyr's death
They don't make us like them anymore
Who stay against all odds
To cover a shame not theirs
They don't make us like them anymore
We who dare to choose ourselves
We who dare to eat yet not cook
We who dare to have the lion's share
Because we buy the orgasms we get
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple but deeply satisfying. Good piece of poetry.