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As I stand infront of the mirror, every night and every day, Whispers in my head tell me what to do and what to say.
"You're a girl" they hissed, "You're just a weak breed", Yet words speak louder than actions, therefore my calling must I heed.
Who will speak for those who feel Like losers in the game? See the scars down their soft frail wrists And blue bruises on their aim.
Who will stop a man from imminent death, For being different in skin and tone? Who's responsibility is to comfort a woman, Left aside with her innocence worn.
How could a person feel the loss of a loved one, When they had always pulled the trigger? Tell me all the ways to shatter the hopes Of a maiden, waiting for her dead soldier's figure.
You have no valid answer it seems, For you live in this world ever so blindly, But now's the time I raise up my voice Keeping all the trauma behind me.
I speak on behalf of those who suffer From pain, imbalance and poverty, My voice will be heard and will echo all throughout To the people who took it all lightly.
My voice will roar for my rights as a woman To prove we are not fickle creatures, My future, my world will be built from the ashes Of those who lost, though their voice never ceases.
Who's to blame for the past and the present When the future cannot be foretold? But my voice is a weapon and shall be the inception Of a bright and succeeding world to behold.
