Let Her Ealk Free"

She walks the street with careful eyes, Carrying silence, muffled cries. Every step feels like a test, Of a world that never lets her rest. Her scarf is pulled, her words ignored, Her “No” dismissed, her fears explored. They call it “fun,” they call it “play,” But her soul is wounded every day. Her dress is not an open gate, Her laughter not for you to take. Respect is not too much to give, It’s the only way we learn to live. Why must her worth be weighed by men, Through whispers, stares, or cruel hands then? Why must her walk become a fight, When freedom should be her birthright? Teach your sons the weight of shame, That harassment is no pride, no game. Teach respect, not fear or blame, Or history will write us all the same. Her silence is not consent, you see, Her quiet is a wounded plea. She does not ask for pity’s part, She only asks: respect her heart. So let her walk, unchained, unscarred, Without the fear of men who guard. A girl is not a prey, a toy, Her life is hers, her right, her joy. One day the streets will echo loud, Not with fear, but voices proud. When girls walk free beneath the sky, With lifted heads and fearless eyes.