Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Strange Country (Day 385)


Wide 
strange country 
under pale empty skies   
the women, walking, stand 
straight (no stoop-shouldered, 
martyred shuffling, no slouchers 
or complainers) walking, wonder 
why and whether they will ever 
learn when their parents die,
if they will ever know their 
nieces and nephews 
names.  



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Note: I chose not to include a photo with today’s poem, in the interest of inclusivity. Everywhere, throughout time, women have gotten a bum deal. We need to stand together.