Snubbed voices,

Disdained dreams,

Shunned choices,

Silent screams

Of every acquainted woman

she's closely seen.

A woman's psyche as she is born in,

Is deeply scarred at the ruined sight

that notions of her kind suffer from her kin,

And bravely tells the beat in her chest

that its brevity demands a fight.

Her heart knows no aversion

of that intangible battle,

that stands in the way of her being heard

and a stand she could claim a chattel.

But woe to her, if at the end of it all

she lies shattered,

and shies away from the fire

already been lightened.

- Sarah Daniel