By Nilima Pradhan
A world of men, it seems to be,
Why must all pronouns still be "he"?
"The Second Sex, a label old,
A tale that leaves my heart quite cold.
We've touched the stars, our spirits fly,
Yet back on Earth, our dreams still die.
We strive for paths, for equal grace,
But find our struggles fill this place.
"What men can do," the ages say,
"What women can't," steals light away.
But we hold magic, deep inside,
A power that cannot be denied.
We are not weak, but different, true,
Our voices strong, and clear, and new.
We crave respect, a gentle plea,
Acceptance, let our spirits be.
For different we are, not frail or meek,
Our voices rise, our spirits speak!