Let her be silent

For playthings

Have no voice.

Let her form

Be pleasing

To men around her.

Let the standards

Expected be impossible,

To push

Her humanity down.

Remember this

When she rises up:

Her voice will be millions strong;

Her memories will be long;

The scars from men

Will run deep.

Though she be silent,

Though her body be ruled,

Power dormant

Will awaken,

And tear down the walls


By the frailty of men.


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