To not have the support of a thousand like you,
To not know when your actions will bring your death too,
To not have any freedoms outside the law's rule.
To know wishing on a star once again is too cruel.
To not know if your daughter will live through the pain,
For she cannot get married if she is unclean.
To not know if she'll ever be praised for her brain,
For her eyes are the only skin touched by the rain.
To live still like a slave when you're beckoned to act.
To be trapped to agenda you'd never extract.
To be chained to a man and be force-fed it's truth,
For your God wrote the words, and as written they do.
To know famine unlike empty tables or checks.
To know invasion and war and the Countries it wrecks.
To know oppression that can't be idealised here.
To know pure truth of sexism, struggle and fear.
For we've grown, yes we have! We aren't shepherding lambs,
We aren't treating our women like we treat our land.
We know suffrage and compromise, progression and change.
We oppress, but we've truly diluted its name.
There are protests and rallies, there are leaders and members.
There are role models effective in stirring the embers!
We have solace and refuge to soften the tar.
We don't know anymore, how to wish on a star.
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The Wall Which Cannot Break
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I submitted to Button Poetry's 2018 Chapbook Contest. It focuses on gender inequality, the oppression of females, and the struggle for women to break the wall built between them and men to keep them below.
