This poem reminds me of an article I wrote, comparing my mother's experience of marriage and family life, with that of a Whyte English woman in their autumnal years of life, as elders. I mentioned how my mother was honoured, and very content, while my Whyte friend was very lonely and not receiving much attention form her children....

I was surprised by the level of blowback I recovered from whyte feminists in the comments.

What I realised ws that the assumption of superiority as a culture is so ingrained, even the example of one happy arranged marriage was too much for some whyte women to take !

https://medium.com/fourth-wave/a-tale-of-two-marriages-12f697b82bce