Photo by Aa Dil from Pexels Poetry March for the many stories untold 17th September 2020 | by Aneela Ahmed | Share this article: March for the many stories untold The many sobs unheard March for the many times a woman flinched Not wanting to be touched, not wanting to be groped March for when love turns purple Marriages still are March for the women in shambles March for the dreams charred March, for blues are still more wanted More wanted than pink March for yourself March for your kin March for a woman still clenches on keys Always looks behind Rape she still fears To cover or to uncover Others decide what she wears March for she carries honor March for she’s killed over it March for the little girl Who doesn’t understand the burden of brown paper still March for a woman’s body Is everyone’s but hers March for those slut shamed March for those unheard March for the stories buried by time March for the abortions The many still in line March for unhappy brides Sold for a price March for they’re still abused March for their cries March for today’s struggle A tomorrow is seen Where Eve walks upright, where Eve walks free Where consent is more known a word More known a word than safety Share this article:
March for the many stories untold
March for the many stories untold
The many sobs unheard
March for the many times a woman flinched
Not wanting to be touched, not wanting to be groped
March for when love turns purple
Marriages still are
March for the women in shambles
March for the dreams charred
March, for blues are still more wanted
More wanted than pink
March for yourself
March for your kin
March for a woman still clenches on keys
Always looks behind
Rape she still fears
To cover or to uncover
Others decide what she wears
March for she carries honor
March for she’s killed over it
March for the little girl
Who doesn’t understand the burden of brown paper still
March for a woman’s body
Is everyone’s but hers
March for those slut shamed
March for those unheard
March for the stories buried by time
March for the abortions
The many still in line
March for unhappy brides
Sold for a price
March for they’re still abused
March for their cries
March for today’s struggle
A tomorrow is seen
Where Eve walks upright, where Eve walks free
Where consent is more known a word
More known a word than safety
Aneela Ahmed
Aneela Ahmed, Pakistan