Woman! It is stupid to compete with man.
To be equal to him is to come down.
You are already far high over man.
You manufacture a child of his seed.
A home you build from the house he has built.
You cook food from the groceries he bought.
You are a fort which he needs to house him.
A ton of shits you throw for any crap got.
(Inspired by the thought of William Golding,
1911 - 1993, British Novelist)
19.11.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem