Woman's Day

Women's Day wiping away those tears of the brutal truths of your past wiping away those tears your spirit rises up, far beyond your scars and your strength resides deep within you with an unshakeable resolve that shall forever last ...the weakened men whose brute force is so macho and empty and that has always been in your face are now nothing but specks of aging, obsolete rust flitting past you, for you hold it all together as you always have rising up firm and strong from being shoved into the dust ...you are a mother, a lover, a daughter, a wife, and a worker ... above all a worker you have been tying the loose ends together time after time always there yet unseen ...a woman you are of fibre of courage of being the bedrock on which we trample on whose shoulders this world stands as you continue to work ceaselessly on with lines on your face and with raw wounds on your hands but... now your time has come and no longer will you silently bear the jabs and taunts of men for now you proudly declare that a mother am I, a daughter too, a lover and a wife as well and now the time has come for them to awaken to the tolling a new bell ...a bell that tolls for you for you have taken back the pride and dignity that they stripped off you for ages for now theirs is a lost cause while your battle still defiantly rages through cities and homes and villages and in town after nameless town for now the bell has tolled and the time has passed for you to be ever again put down