She’s touched By the burning fingers Of a man She doesn’t know.
Her hopes crushed By the feeling that lingers Of a night She will always know.
Her clothes ripped Her unheard cries, Her body stripped To fight she tries.
Her face is kissed By a stranger The man, he hissed She’s in danger.
She is left rotten As he walks past Disappearing into the night Time drags.
She thought she’d die She believed she would No one to hear her cry No one understood.
With shaky fingers And sweating chest She wraps her skin In clothes of strength.
She stumbled across On to the street She’s suffered a loss A tragedy.
She thought she’d die But now she wouldn’t She didn’t cry She knew she shouldn’t.
A girl is strong A girl can fight Right or wrong A bird’s flight.
She walked home In clothes of pride Although scars showed She didn’t hide.
Justice to her Must be given A promise to her Must be written.
A girl is not A piece of meat A girl is worth More than this feat.
A kiss from a stranger A touch from a finger A scream that’ll linger For years to remember.
A girl is much more She isn’t to blame, Fire at the core A burning flame.
All it takes Is a scarring explosion From girls sick Of ruthless exploitation.
**She fights like a girl She runs like a girl She hits like a girl She is a girl.
She's got the strength And the power To rule the world And to conquer.
~A poem honouring all the girls and women who were victims of harassment and ****** abuse, but stood up and fought for their rights and value. Also in memory of those who did not make it through the battle, but they have won the war by not backing down, but by being determined to fight for life and rights. <3