IT IS TIME NOW
For far too long
We have sung empty songs
Written speeches heavy with words
That never fed a single dream
We always claimed to know
A woman’s “right place”
As if freedom were a favor
And not her birthright
Her life cannot be mended on paper
It is in classrooms and libraries
In skills sharpened like blades
In suits, not aprons, worn with pride
In Kabul, doors stay locked
Dreams are chained at the gate
A girl stares at her books
While the world debates her fate
But now is the time
Not to sing, not to stall
But to place a desk and computer
Where the kitchen fire once ruled.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
