She’s touched
By the burning fingers
Of a man
She doesn’t know.
Her hopes crushed
By the feeling that lingers
Of a night
She will always know.
Her clothes ripped
Her unheard cries,
Her body stripped
To fight she tries.
Her face is kissed
By a stranger
The man, he hissed
She’s in danger.
She is left rotten
As he walks past
Disappearing into the night
Time drags.
She thought she’d die
She believed she would
No one to hear her cry
No one understood.
With shaky fingers
And sweating chest
She wraps her skin
In clothes of strength.
She stumbled across
On to the street
She’s suffered a loss
A tragedy.
She thought she’d die
But now she wouldn’t
She didn’t cry
She knew she shouldn’t.
A girl is strong
A girl can fight
Right or wrong
A bird’s flight.
She walked home
In clothes of pride
Although scars showed
She didn’t hide.
Justice to her
Must be given
A promise to her
Must be written.
A girl is not
A piece of meat
A girl is worth
More than this feat.
A kiss from a stranger
A touch from a finger
A scream that’ll linger
For years to remember.
A girl is much more
She isn’t to blame,
Fire at the core
A burning flame.
All it takes
Is a scarring explosion
From girls sick
Of ruthless exploitation.
**She fights like a girl
She runs like a girl
She hits like a girl
She is a girl.
She's got the strength
And the power
To rule the world
And to conquer.
~A poem honouring all the girls and women who were victims of harassment and ****** abuse, but stood up and fought for their rights and value.
Also in memory of those who did not make it through the battle, but they have won the war by not backing down, but by being determined to fight for life and rights. <3