By Umaima Areesha Ansari
Born with voices like rivers,
Wild and untamed,
Yet shackled by whispers,
That places all the blame
On themselves.
For the crimes
Of a world unjust,
Where silence is gold,
And the truth turns to dust.
Through centuries long,
Their screams went ignored,
The truth buried deep,
Where injustice is stored.
A system blind not to the truth,
But to the money and power,
Turning it’s back
In the darkest hour.
Still they endure,
They learn, they ignite,
Their whispers like sparks
In the dead of the night.
Rising together,
Refusing to yield,
Each women is a weapon,
Their words are their shields.
For silence can’t smother
What won’t stay contained,
Their voices grow louder,
Their fury unchained.
And one day soon,
The world will confess,
It is them who will shape
What comes next.
By Umaima Areesha Ansari
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