Dominant Tool

A piece of paper is worth of a thousand words,

Or simply a sketch of peace loving birds.

I learn't that there is a drastic difference in the purpose of a thing,and that's for sure.

And a woman doesn't speak up just because she is demure.

She was hurt and all crawled up in a corner,

She felt like a slave with a mean-spirited owner.

All those scars and burns,

She daily earned, just because she was a girl?

She set up her mind,

She knew it was time,and she maligned.

She won the war,

And ambled out of the open door, free-standing!

Inspiring each woman alive that day,

To fight problem that obstruct their way.

Voice is the most dominant tool,

So let it out sister, or you will be over ruled.