Day 8

Happy International Women’s Day. It’s your day. Enjoy. And if your Twitter feed is filled with men demanding to know why there is no Men’s Day, just ignore them. If they cannot google, if they can’t type in “When is men’s day?” and find out it is November 19, then let them stew. Don’t waste your day telling them what you told them last year….and the year before…and the year before that…and…

Instead, you can spend your time reading my new poem. I know, you’re dying to do that, right?

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY

A day.
One day.
One out of 365.
Our day.
My day.
Banners on Google.
Brief mentions on news feeds.
No fireworks.
No celebrations.
Not even a cake.
I’m sure the president
Will give a speech.
I’m sure very few
Will listen.
I know as I know every year
Nothing will change.
A day.
One day.
One out of 365.
And it is still women
Who cook and clean,
Who raise the children,
Who change the diapers,
Who do the shopping,
Who vacuum and dust
And change the beds.
Who do most of the housework
Even though they are working.
It is still women
Who make less money than men.
Happy International Women’s Day.