The Day
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
At last the day has come,
utterly dizzy with euphoria,
I shout it out loud,
the patriarchy is finally over.
No more holding keys at night,
for any reason other than unlocking the door.
Can water my flowers in a bikini,
Without, completely without the glances of some old man.
No unwanted male hands on my bottom,
no mind is so crude anymore.
Let me celebrate, let me shout,
the patriarchy has no place here anymore.
Oh how wonderful it would be,
if I weren't just rhyming fictionally.
It only makes me cry,
when I consider the emptiness.
The emptiness in the heads of politicians,
Yes politicians, ungenderered.
Who hand out roses on International Women's Day,
And think that at the next election we would come running to them.
And so I take back,
what I just loudly proclaimed,
And say it now once more, piece by piece:
The day when I'm no longer afraid,
because my friend hasn't texted me from home,
because the door doesn't slam shut behind me,
the day when my body belongs to me,
and the idea no longer disturbs even the last man
when police and we no longer cluster by skin colour,
and damn it, don't even scrutinise for that reason anymore,
when He can be He, because he is not She,
when She can openly love She, or He Him, She Them or no one, ever.
The day when all these reasons no longer matter,
when we vote out reasons 1 through 219a,
Friends, I'm telling you
then I will be utterly dizzy
standing euphoric on the street.
Then we shout it out loud,
the patriarchy is really finally over.