No More Silence

 

A woman's walk, a fearful tread,

In daylight's glare, in midnight's dread.

She guards her steps, with watchful eye,

From lurking threats that may pass by.

No mocking jest, no careless tease,

Her pain runs deep, beyond all ease.

A stolen glance, a lingering stare,

A chilling dread, a haunting fear.

The touch of harm, the words that wound,

The silent threat, the tightening noose.

No playful joke, no lightened mood,

Her silent plea, misunderstood.

Molestation's pain, a bitter sting,

A heavy heart, a wounded wing.

Her voice may falter, her spirit bruised,

By shame and fear, her trust abused.

Each cruel attack, each violent crime,

Should face the weight of judgment's time.

No easy plea, no lenient hand,

But punishment, swift and strong, to stand.

We raise our voices, clear and bold,

For every woman's story untold.

No whispered fear, no hidden plight,

Each bruise a mark, a beacon's light.

A world where safety is her right,

Where wrongs are punished, day and night.

Where justice reigns, unwavering, true,

Her voice, her body, hers anew.

For rape's dark stain, for every tear,

May justice come, both swift and near.

No mercy shown, no lighter load,

For those who steal her peace of mind, her road.

We stand united, a fortress strong,

In truth and strength, we right the wrong.

Reflections of a Crazy Soul