The Absurdity of International Women’s Day

I am a fantasy of your lonely nights,

Two breasts and a butt;

A hole to fuck,

For all days of the year but one.

My intellect is a mark

Of my unattractive androgyny.

My sass is too ugly.

Your macho instincts need

A coy little lamb,

For all days of the year but this.

For today,

I am strength personified.

My sexy assets,

the same as your mother’s

lose center stage as you see me

as not woman,

but human female.

And I become special…equal…

For the eighth day

of the year’s third month.

Strange magic, or hypocrisy?

Transformation, or Cosplay?

Does it even matter, I ask

It is absurd to be me,

For one day, every year.

 

 

Note: The featured image is the copyrighted property of Ankur Dang©

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