To The Women

To the women who have 30 shoes, one bought, the rest given.

To the women who pout and skunk, when to clean a baby’s stool

To the women who practice a gait before stepping out of the gates

To the women whose body and feigned accent counts to them as an asset

To the women who are nags and to the heart cause a snag

To the women who over your wellbeing would choose a blackberry and their belly

To the women who judge you by looks even before your words are douched

To the women who are fully dressed in some dress made of strings

To the women who ‘know’ that all men are the same; great fools

To the women who drink, with a straw or with a cup doesn’t matter

To the women who chase after men; married, single or oldsters, all are to be plundered

To the women whose hoard of shame will only fill a thimble

To the women who think with their needs and act with their lacks

To the women whose wardrobe is fuller than their bookshelf(if they’ve got one)

To the women who go about with ‘safety’ in their handbags

To the women who smoke, I don’t care if it’s once a year

To the women who never know when to put a stop, so never get to stop

To the women who knows when to put a stop, still never get to stop

To the women who lose their ‘rainbow’ when caught in the rain

To the women who would change a body feature if not in a stricture

To the women who would read this , and respond with a loud hiss