Today's poem is by Nin Andrews

On the Island where I come from

women rule. They run the country, control the wealth, and decide who
will do what, why, and when. At the end of the day, when the sun sinks
into the sea, the women leave their offices behind and go out on the
town to enjoy what is known as the women's hour. In bars, restaurants,
and spas designed for women only, they relax and let out a sigh as
he day's thoughts and fears rush off their skin like water. There they
linger as day fades from the sky, chatting among themselves, making
occasional cracks about the guys. Men, they say, are such incomplete
souls. They don't even know how to love, they say as they grow calm in
the light of their minds before returning to their homes: their men,
their children, their dogs.

Copyright © 2015 Nin Andrews All rights reserved
from Why God Is a Woman
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