Most of my poetry writing has taken the form of song lyrics. But I just found this poem that seems even more relevant now than when I wrote it a while back, so I decided to post it.
Women’s rights are human rights;
human rights are women’s rights,
not always so,
may not be so for long,
still not completely so anywhere,
still not so everywhere,
Fragile freedoms, won
through years of suffering
in sit-ins and fasts and prisons,
through years of rising up in rallies and marches,
refusing to give up or give in.
Fragile freedoms won,
freedom to vote and freedom to learn,
freedom to teach and freedom to preach,
freedom to choose and freedom to dare
to be more than they said we could be.
floating now on gossamer wings,
hanging in the balance,