#InternationalWomensDay # Poetry

#InternationalWomensDay #Poetry

To all daughters, young women, mothers and grandmothers. To all classes, from the oldest of the ladies to the youngest of the pubries.

To all silhouettes, with wasp sizes, protruding breasts, women well in the flesh, tall or small, Bon Chic Bon Genre.

To the creators who keep humanity with a round belly stretched like the earth. But also, to all the others who didn't need to give birth as they carry love inside , and it's enough to feel as a mother.

To all the Amazons working for their protection, dignity, freedom of expression or simply to have the right to exist.

To all the vector women of the Universe who give life in a bomb shelter. While the missiles that streak the sky are only the promise of shadows and misery.

To all the women, here or elsewhere, cheeky, shy, to the revolts, to the Holy and Noble Ladies,

Our power is limitless. Our destruction is an infamy.

Because for every girl, young women, mothers and grandmothers violated, abused or killed,

It is a part of hope that is withdrawn from humanity.

Let's us radiate with authenticity, in unison and not in the shadow of ego or competition.

Let's move forward together beyond gender issues and celebrate ourselves 365 days of the year and let's sing dressed in joy.

Many love and wonders:)

Published on March 8 ©WonderJenn