Member Poem

(On Gender-Based Violence & Oppression)

She walks in shadows stitched with fear,
Her voice erased, yet still it's near.
A whisper trapped within the throat,
Where freedom chokes, where silence floats.

The law's a ghost, the judge is blind,
Her wounds ignored, her fate unkind.
A culture carved by ancient chains,
Where pain is passed but never named.

Yet embers spark in stolen light,
A fire born in darkest night.
One voice may rise, and then the next,
Until the dawn rewrites the text.