Saudi Arabia & Michelle’s Look
“No women are left behind with justice!”
Her scorching look,
A mouth-shut grin, with defensively flowery dress,
Michelle’s falsetto indignation
Makes all of us feeling so damned good;
There was no fume,
Not a growled kiss, just that road of a free WOMAN
Into this spitefully state where
Women, oh lovely ones! They are just a piece of death.
No murmured birds are allowed, she appears to grow, husky wind,
This beautiful First African Woman has challenged that entire dare
To speak the true of being a free!
I loved her caustic face, full with grace, rising, beyond
The star, her confident posture next to the men;
Confident, contradictory, vociferous photos
To the entire world to see: This is a woman, black and free:
To look — in short, totally Michelle’s soul,
A message, and relevant to these pretty princesses
It is time to open doors and get down to the 20th century!
Appeal in heaven, Eve, God, they are no a piece of meat
With luxury factory in frenzy; they are women in choices and desires;
Worldly woman, to the women, my women, rising
Throw up hands in disgusted resignation against
The Saudi’s mess! Your men should be together with you or otherwise,
Let us break chains and veils and let us rise!
And why not, smile with Michelle’s look seriously
In camera, or rather in the middle of the desert,
With that love in contempt and ready to yell
I cannot take it anymore!
Copyright © George Zamalea