Modern Woman- poem by; M- Badihian
Modern Woman
I am a restless woman
A woman with strong shoulders,
That carries life.
With iron feet,
That walk through fire every second.
I am a woman with a wounded voice,
That bleeds inside, every day.
I am a modern woman,
A woman of an age of sex, money, perfumes.
I keep the pain in me, I paint the face for you!
I am a restless woman,
A woman of the modern age.
Heredity
I am tired of this heredity,
Heredity of womanhood,
In the land of deceiving verses.
Tired of womanhood in this
Superman culture, with the smell of
Hatred replacing the desire to kiss.
the more I love,
the more I lose respect…
And the more I work, the poorer I become.
And if I defend myself,
I am called feminist…
I am wrong because my thin shoulders,
And my delicate legs, did not
Hold a sword to kill kindness.
Oh, how proud I am for these little hands
Of mine, with their beliefs that are a shine of
Wisdom.
I am a restless woman
A woman with strong shoulders,
That carries life.
With iron feet,
That walk through fire every second.
I am a woman with a wounded voice,
That bleeds inside, every day.
I am a modern woman,
A woman of an age of sex, money, perfumes.
I keep the pain in me, I paint the face for you!
I am a restless woman,
A woman of the modern age.
Heredity
I am tired of this heredity,
Heredity of womanhood,
In the land of deceiving verses.
Tired of womanhood in this
Superman culture, with the smell of
Hatred replacing the desire to kiss.
the more I love,
the more I lose respect…
And the more I work, the poorer I become.
And if I defend myself,
I am called feminist…
I am wrong because my thin shoulders,
And my delicate legs, did not
Hold a sword to kill kindness.
Oh, how proud I am for these little hands
Of mine, with their beliefs that are a shine of
Wisdom.