The Women’s March

“A lady should be seen and not heard” is the noise I hear growing up

Barricaded in a society where women’s views are secondary.

For the ideal virtuous woman assents to what is being expected of her

No queries or reservations – just total submission

 

And so she waits to speak, solely observing

Digesting and regurgitating demands

With or without comprehension

Checking and cross checking her pun play of words

While she seeks perfection

 

It is not that she is not allowed to have a voice. She is.

But as long as it remains in her head, it is innocuous.  

She can play with it and dance with it.

She can imagine what it would be like when it came to fruition.  

If it came to fruition – lest she should say something wrong.

 

For she has been promised vocality through her male counterpart

When that day comes – that day, that marks the highest achievement she can ever attain

A dogged faith in a will-o’-the-wisp

Better than self-fulfillment or a brandished degree.  

Better than self-purpose – because finally, she will become someone else’s.

 

I came in search of the American dream.

For here in the U.S, women question the status quo.

So I was told and so I wanted to believe.  

But you have fettered me with your perceptions of the color of my skin

 

Dreams here are solely extended to those privileged enough to sleep  

With no worries of a prejudice that pre-disposes

Painting one’s destiny with the color of one’s skin

Limiting dreams and aspirations to 70 cents to the man’s dollar

 

How do you call it equitable, if equity is in itself a currency that has been dispersed

Prior to my existence

Given in huge measures to those who do not look like me, will never look like me?

How can we dream when there are no dimes and pennies left?  

Who will dream for us?

 

We do not march for ourselves but for the nations we carry on our backs

Men, Women, Coloreds, Immigrants, LGBTQ – we carry them all

Hoping for the promise of lullabies, as we cradle our children to sleep

Singing “one day, you shall be free” – free from marginalization that judges you before you are born

Free to retain your voice, free to dream!

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