Mercy
'Women are armoured in strength, not helplessness' I filled my bubble with an exhale of daring dreams. I was to inherit the earth and capture the sky's hues. Influenced and headstrong, I believed I belonged. I had just begun to share my delicate orb of light with the world, Letting it dance in the calm of the morning air, When a storm began to stir, A fierce wind surged and burst my orb into nothingness. Hopelessness. I long to rage like the wind, To rampage through the streets. For now, an unarmed feminist, I stand at the kindness of men. Mercy! I beg, Do not sever my voice, The voice of reason you scorn. Yet, every broken piece of mine that holds a spark, I cling to the last flicker.
