Poets & Poetry


They say she is an encumbrance,
A blot on the family,
A trivial object of the world,
Someone of no worth.

They call her names,
Ogle at her state,
Judge her by the clothes,
That she bullishly wears.

But she knows her dignity,
And she’ll strive for her rights.
She’ll show the world
That she isn’t the girl who fell,
But stood back up to fight.