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

By Roya