A woman of might.
Shouldn't I be opening my eyes to the beautiful blue sky?
Then why is it dark crisp brown, above where I lie?
"She's a girl! She doesn't deserve to live!" I hear a muffled voice repeat,
As I lay submerged in mother earth's embrace, as it hums my heartbeat.
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You call everything a girl, from your country you take pride in to Earth,
Then why do you look at me with murderous eyes, and plan to torture me since birth?
"Child labour is banned!" You yell, fighting for the freedom of children,
But yet you make me work till I bleed, and plan to send me early to heaven.
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Do you just bring me to this world, to have me sold?
Do I look like a bag of fruits or a pound of gold?
"Everyone is human," you say, expecting people to forget and forgive,
Then why am I treated like a creature that does not deserve to live?
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My body is my priceless possession and its not meant to be on display,
Will you be able to take it if they rape your mother or sister in this way?
"We believe in justice," you say as you're a civilised 'man' and not an ignorant boy,
Then what right do you have to play with me like a toy?-
I'm done with all the crying, and putting up a fight to survive,
It's only because of a woman you are alive.
So remember that we raise and nurture half the nation,
And we are the rest of it, we are God's most beautiful creation.
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I refuse to listen to your orders, I will learn to stand on my own feet,
I'm not stubborn or rude, I just won't accept defeat.
I will gain knowledge and bring wisdom to light,
I am a queen, a woman of might.
|| RidzFameen ||
~♥~
Dedicated to every single woman on Earth, no matter what she's facing, no matter if she's a 'good' or a 'bad' girl.
My heart goes out to all those strong women soldiers who have go go through these type of nightmares all the time.
May God help them through, stay with them and bring them out of their difficulty.
Assalamualaikum. (May peace be upon you.)
~♥~
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