Then…she was young, and starry-eyed
Brimming with enthusiastic ideas inside
That on the tip of her tongue were ready to dance
Yet seldom did, because they were denied the chance
Girls were meant to be seen, not heard
They were supposed to be careful about each word
That past their vocal cords made its way
Not that a girl should have had much to say..
So the outspoken girl that needed expression
Gradually faded, went into recession
She learnt to speak little, and less often
Especially withhold any strong opinion…
Now… she finds herself tongue-tied
Words within her appear to have dried
So even when injustice towards women she sees
She is silent, unable to protest audibly
Her lack of words is often misconstrued
As consent for things of which she has not approved
Unable to voice her concerns, she has continued to endure
Unkindness, cruelty, crimes, and more..
She laments her lack of a voice, but the impact
Of societal conditioning is far-reaching, as a fact
Over millenia, her free speech has been curtailed
Therefore to stand up for herself she has failed…
In the twenty-first century, as I pen these lines
I know I am still fortunate to speak my mind
It irks me that women are deprived of their voice,
So early that they forget they have a choice..
I dream of an utopian world
Where any woman can utter any word
Fearlessly, without any repercussion
Where she can take part in every discussion.