the sound of her silence

She walks through whispers, eyes that stare, A world that tells her what to wear They speak of freedom, still they bind, The voice of woman ,left behind They preach of rights, yet tear her pride, And tell her dreams to step aside she wants to walk in nights with grace but still checks the shadows behind because in case she fights Not just for gender, but for grace, For not being validated by men in certain dress.. She posts her truth , they call her loud,🤡 Her strength offends the fragile crowd🤫 they start mocking at her when they feel she is strong they mute her sound when they know they are wrong the world still tells her how to be and she is just hoping to become at once wild and free she wants no crown , she needs no throne she just needs the rights so she can live on her own don't call it rage , it's a rightful claim she is tired of hearing all the blame they call her soft,not built for fight her dreams too bold ,voice too bright a baby machine, a house to keep where her own dreams are buried within whatever happens her light won't dim but however she tries the future still belongs to """him"""