Every thought aches for a great reward
From a massive heap of anxiety the cringing brakes stall
Behind today’s chains of hustle in a young woman’s life

As though it be un-enough she dared be seen and not just heard
To fit in rugged spaces not designed for two
Yet awaken tomorrow still judged for putting up a good fight

I wish you respect why her beauty is celibate yet content
That she labours and laughs in the same workspace with men
Without being a scornful depiction of their 21st century toy

Like out on rendezvous, your stares be in the know
That every dime was an equal earning from her toils like the guys
And not a bundle of handouts sourced from pervert donations

I wish you’d educate yourself beyond the pettiness of your horizon
To excuse her find as much ground as you deserve
The strokes that define her steady grind to the finish line.

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[Courtesy of the author]
Link to the Italian translation