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.