Woman!
My mom, sister, friend!
Without you
The Earth would dry up
Gardens turn to deserts
Without you
My mom, sister, friend!
The house would smell empty
Humanity would end
Without you
We are half of the sky
But without rights.
I don’t want you
To stay like this
And watch.
Let’s break these crazy cultures
Let’s replace 365 days
With March 8th
March 8th
Even the calendar eats our rights
Twenty-four hours, one day in a year
Can’t explain my
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of life’s pains
I hope it will be enough
For the daughter of
My granddaughter
And the daughter of
Her granddaughter
Maybe they will win
Maybe…
By Roya
This poem is beautiful written. I love the line “we are half the sky, but with not rights” – it is very powerful.
dear Roya, you have written very nice by putting the pearls of words each after another.
looking forward for new articles
Just heard your poems read by American actresses…you are an amazing writer and I believe in you. Write on!
I am a mother and now after reading the first part of your poem I was touched with the truth that I must keep myself alive and strong for my daughters. I knew it before, but now I REALLY know it. Thanks for bringing the deepest parts of us out into the open. I believe that someday your poems will be equal to the poets in literature you admire.
Thank you Roya for your beautiful words and the wonderful photo that accompanies them.
Beautiful and strong!