Who Is Telling The Story?

Who is telling the story 

Of the little girl who got raped on her way home

From school

Who is telling the story 

Of the woman who got turned down a job because 

She’s a woman 

Who is telling the story 

Of the middle schooler who had to miss class 

Because she wore a tank top 

Who is telling the story

Of the old lady who has nightmares 

About that one day in June with her pretty little bikini 

Who is telling the stories 

Of all the girls in the world 

All the woman in the world 

Who face discrimination because they are

Who they are

Who is telling the story

Of the college girl 

Who just bought her first pepper spray

Because she was told

She was going to need it 

While she walks around campus at night

Who is telling the story 

Of the overqualified women who goes to work

Everyday

And proves herself 

Over and over again

Because she’s a women

In a “man’s job”

Who is telling the story

Of the girl who went to jail 

For fighting 

Her abuser

Her is telling the story

Of the woman who works

For twelve hours 

Then goes home

To take care of her kids

And her husband 

Who is telling the story 

Of the sixteen year old

Who got pregnant

From a rapist

And now has to

Hold birth and care a for

A baby that she isn't ready for

Who is telling the story

Of all the women

All the girls 

All the females

Who’s life

Is automatically harder

Because of their gender

Who is telling all the stories 

All the truths

And if the story is told

Who is listening

Who is paying attention

Are the stories heard

Who is telling the stories

Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.

Gali

VT

14 years old

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