By Sheena Joseph
Would you stand up in a room full of men,
Hold your ground, speak up again?
Would you argue your case like your life depends,
Not for a fight, but for what transcends?
Would you claim your space, take your due,
When they call you “too much” for simply being you?
Would you shatter the silence, break the mold,
Rewrite the stories that have long been told?
Would you voice your stand for feminism, bold,
Even when the room turns quiet and cold?
Would you face the stares, the disapproving nods,
And still walk forward against the odds?
Would you overcome the fear of not being liked,
Of whispers, judgments, power misused, spiked?
Would you trade approval for something more—
A life that’s real, a self assured?
Because if you do, then you become true—
Not just to others, but first to you.
A force unshaken, a voice that stays,
A woman unbound in a world that sways.