Poetry

Hope

Somewhere safer,
where walking alone feels free
not feared.
Somewhere brighter,
where darkness is a gift,
not horror.
Where your heels make music,
not noise.
Where your tiara means royalty,
not adultery.
Where love makes sense,
and so do you.
Where sexuality expressed is power,
not a license to rape.
Where liberation is a state,
not just a word.
But who am I to speak?
Just a girl!
Yeah, where a girl is not ‘just’.

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