I hear today, March 8, is your day. One day a year is not much considering that everyday is men's day in this unjust world of ours.
Just between you and me, I have never seen nor heard of so much injustice committed, on daily basis, against one group of people, women, throughout the History of this thing of ours that we call "humanity", throughout the world.
To be honest, I am really looking forward to your taking over what's left of our world because we, the bipeds with a dangling thing between our legs, fucked up!
This said, you still do drive me crazy from time to time and I still sometimes wonder if you are a different specie altogether . But, this is my penis thinking.
Anyway, thank you for everything. I love you. I love you with all the infinite largeness of this beautiful word, Love.
Now here are some bits from one of my favorite poems, STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear