An Ode To The Feminine Voice

Silent?

Why?

You have a beautiful voice

Raise it and speak

With your chin up high.

But it’s too hard

With all these doors

Shutting me out;

Sewing my mouth

Like tattered pieces of clothes,

Throwing my voice,

On these ice-cold floors.

Your voice is like a flower

That needs care and nourishment

The seed needs no support

To grow —

It only needs some prolific earth,

Only some damp rain,

Only the radiant golden sun,

And a devoted caregiver.

And that caregiver is you, my friend —

It’s you through and through.

Author’s note: I wrote this poem as an ode to all the women who have to hush up their voices so that they cannot fight against the injustice prevailing in our society.

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