Marching Through the Seasons
- Katie Priore Oross
- Mar 22, 2018
- 1 min read
Who
Is going to stop us?
Strong women accumulating like snowflakes
Creating a blizzard that
Snowballs into a movement
Winter is here
What
We scream at the top of our lungs
Can be heard for city blocks
Showing people we are serious
The passion and fury tingling within our bodies
Filling our lungs with air,
To shout, “I am a nasty woman!”
Where
People gather around the world
Showing their support
France, Greece,
Spain, and Italy
Our march will not be cut short
We continue to persist
She persisted
When
Our voices need to be heard.
Falling deaf upon the ears
Of those who don’t want to hear
The cries of those oppressed
Who have been wronged by the patriarchy
A system made to extinguish our light
That burns bright in the fall nights
Like red leaves on black asphalt
Why
Must we march?
To combat those around us
In order to make our own choices
To feel safe walking down the street
In late summer evenings,
Feeling the breeze upon our soft skin
Without worrying about what we wear
To not be blamed for others actions
How
Can we relate to everyone,
That the past must not be undone?
The work of the women before us
Allowed us to flourish
Our rights like bees
Pollinating each flower
Enabling us to bloom
Spring is coming soon.
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