A Belated Poem for International Women’s Day

Her hair is like a flag,
like an olive branch,
distinguished by its colour,
(unique but the same,
as so many others),
flapping in the wind
fruitlessly offering
peace.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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