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A WOMAN’S VOICE
I am a domestic worker, who left my country,I took over my husband’s responsibility.To provide for my children, I struggled and persevere.No off days, no sick leave, no privacy, at night I’m in tears
The way they treated me is modern slavery.Abusing my weaknesses because they have the authorityThey did not care on my sacrifices just to get myself here,For them, I am a maid, to reason out is nowhere near.
Happy is the one who believes in freedomBut sadness surfaces as reality comes.The rights we are claiming was ignored and thrown away,Denying to be heard in everything we say.
Just like a little girl, who was forced to marry,A man who’s old enough to be her daddy.Going to school was stopped, she did’nt have an option,The right to say no, was out of discussion.
Objectifying women is bad way of portrayingTreating us like commodities to improve advertisingIt affects the shallow minds of the creepy creaturesPredators scattered, waiting like a hungry vultures.
A woman of any age, deserves to be respected.Voice of innocents, should’nt be neglected.Gender equality in rights and oppurtunities,This is what we’re fighting for, in every communities.
My rights to earn a good living to take care of family.My rights to decide what to do on my own body.My rights to go to school and learn properly.dMy rights to say no and choose who I want to marry.
Women of today, is the same as yesterday.Strong, determined, independent in many ways.Mother, wife, sister, daughter or even a queen.The multi task she does, initiative is always seen.
My poems, became my voice.When I realized, as a woman I have a choice.To stand up for my rights and be heard in everything,I hope you comprehend, while you are listening.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.