Voice of millions

Buried voice of millions

"He sits there, wearing a smiling guise, 

Hiding his intentions, dark and unwise. 

Behind my dad's radiant crimson glow, 

His true nature remains concealed, you know.

Forbidden to look up or breathe out loud, 

Restricted, silenced, lost in a shroud.

 Decisions made without asking me,

 They sell my existence to maintain their pride, you see.

Will I become a slave or just a bride?

 No clue of my fate, nowhere to hide. 

My brother claims, "I'll protect you, dear,"

 But his words ring hollow, a false veneer.

I ask, "Won't you save me from this plight?"

 He replies, "Your submission is my duty, right." 

I wonder, is it not my right to question, 

As your memories fade, offering no consolation.

Descending the stairs, tears staining my face,

 Breaking the chains that held my family in place. 

Moving forward, with a glimmer of hope,

 Afraid, yet determined, learning to cope.

New bed, new lamp, dark curtains unfurled, 

Everything is new in this uncertain world. 

Forced smiles and deep breaths, I strive to adjust, 

Each day a struggle, scars growing robust.

No longer shedding blood with every moon's sway,

 But enduring wounds inflicted day by day.

 He turned my tears to blood, with cuts and burns, 

Scarring my body, as his cruelty returns.

Sold to a butcher, who butchers my soul, 

Just as you did, taking your toll. 

 No hope, no normality, my life is unfair.

I ask myself,  is there anyone who'll care?

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,

 Strength and resilience, ready to ignite.

 I'll rise above, reclaim my identity,

 No longer defined by their atrocity.

For I am more than the pain I endure, 

A survivor, a fighter, my spirit pure. 

No longer a victim, I'll break the chain, 

Embracing a future where freedom will reign." 

Author's Note

Here is a piece, giving voice to millions who are buried under forced patriarchal system. It's one part is a part of my life. I was just forced but with God's grace they didn't proceed forward. I was saved but millions are still there who can't save themselves. Just tried to give those souls a voice. Millions are still suffering , some are fighting and some had lost hope. I just can pray for those souls only. Feel free to share your opinions.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I value my freedom more than anything. I have never taken it for granted because I am fully aware of the plight of sisters elsewhere. You are a voice for them. An exceptionally strong one and you have a gift in poetry too. I hope all those chains are broken and the sooner the better. A powerful and moving piece Soyam. You are a born survivor.

Chris

[Soyam]

Freedom is the basic right of everyone, still some didn't get it. Ma'am you are Blessed to have it. And I'm very happy for that.
Thanks for your kind words Ma'am.
I'm glad you understand it.

Thanks again 🙇🏻‍♀️

[Chris Shaw]

You are very welcome ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem this topic makes me so damn angry...How some feel they have the right to do this...to use their authority, to abuse their authority...
love just gets drained by it all...and coldness sets in...some may survive it and still be able to love, but most will put up walls...and never get to experience real love....the kind that is a sharing.
very powerful piece and the dialogue adds to the power of it.
j.

[Soyam]

I owe down to your greater understanding sir.
We can change the rules of society to some extent , but impossible to even influence their old thoughts!!!

Thanks for your valuable time and words.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Yes... seems like a very old and desperate battle.

Like a never-ending war... always with losers on both sides...

Or some... are sacrificed for the benefit of a few others...

No! It's not fair and it's not justice...!

Then again... no one ever said it was gonna be easy...

And sure is... very difficult... for some.

I agree with Jacob...

It can make one... very angry indeed.

Blessed be!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile words shared Soyam. Many kind of prisons. Some are very hard to escape from. I liked the energy and the drive in your words. I did like the positive ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. You left something for the reader to ponder.
Coyote

[Soyam]

I'm thankful you understand the pains. Yes, difficult for many, but we are bound in front of destiny.
Thanks for your kind words. Hope people can connect to this.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Soyam.

[Akinlolu]

"For I am more than the pain I endure,
A survivor, a fighter, my spirit pure."
A vivid description of a reprehensible practice. Evil thrives in places where people refuse to challenge the status quo. I credit you for turning your pain into your power... and for choosing to become a voice through your poetry. This is poetry with a purpose. Good job

[Soyam]

A heartfelt journey, a poetic tower. Thank you for recognizing the depth within, For appreciating the purpose poetry can bring.

Thanks for your valuable time and words.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Honey wow...

You write such heartfelt wonderful poetry...

Voice of millions indeed... and yes many of us are still in chains.

I will pray for you and them all, as well.

Deep honey... very deep.

Blessed be!!!

;)

[Soyam]

I'm glad you understand their pain. Blessed 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thanks for reading and support.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

If I can I will always be around. ;)

Yes... I make their pain... my own.

read moreIf I can I will always be around. ;)

Yes... I make their pain... my own.

You know that song from The Police? King of pain.

You are most welcome, my dear one.

;)