Femicide
Our faith and freedom woven into one,
Yet still, some truths fall just beyond the frame.
They claim the work of justice is undone—
But not all flames burn under one clear name.
Our choice alone defines the path we walk.
We stand for life where every heartbeat’s heard.
We own our worth beyond rebellion’s talk.
We march for those who cry without a word.
Not as a burden, but as woman’s scope:
Too bold, too free to fit in modest frames.
We find that life survives through strength and hope—
Just fury inked in unapologetic flames.
No shouts in streets, no fists as raised before—
Yet still we speak, as loud as horns of war.
While others find a hope they long have missed,
The thefts endure—yet silence we outgrew.
Revealing what was cruelly dismissed,
This fire is fierce and long past overdue.
Each line a path through births and battles won.
We love our kin and will not stand aside.
A moon that pulls the tide in daughter’s run—
We must fight back against femicide!
Entombed beneath the weight of man-made gore,
In this, love and ethics can’t divide.
Our labors lost behind a silent door,
A brave stance that no good has decried.
For mother and for child, we stand as one—
A daughter is as precious as a son.
WoPoLi 
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