Smokers
Most of hands
In which are cigarettes
Are softer
Skin wise, and dress…
I wonder
Once it was mostly men
Free and, on the map
Cigarettes made sexy
To women attractive
Now reverse…
Women sit in the car
Or skip, office, job
Like beggars on roadside
In the cold they puff out.
Some even just hold it
Forgetting to suck in
It is there like a pill
But what for?
What happened to women?
Freedom turned killer? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem