If we could see a Mother’s Day
	All around the world,
	Where mothers lived a day of joy,
	Where mothers felt their worth,
	 
	Then what exactly would we see
	So moms could realize
	That their lives are important and
	Their own perspectives wise?
	 
	The women in Sudan would not
	Be flogged for wearing pants.
	Their spirits wouldn’t be constrained;
	They’d run, skip, sing, and dance.
	 
	In Arabia we’d celebrate
	No groping of the girls;
	They’d drive their cars with elbows bare,
	Show ankles under skirts.
	 
	As golden rays of morning light
	Touched arms tan from the sun,
	Brown locks of hair blown by the breeze
	From scarves could come undone.
	 
	And no false blame on women for
	Attracting hands of men,
	As if the hands were victims of
	The evil feminine.
	 
	Instead of yoking women, telling
	Them they have to hide,
	The men without firm self-control
	Would wear handcuffs outside.
	 
	And stiff Wahhabi thoughts of us