The Women in Black Once upon a time, in a busy shop In the land of tribes and ancient civilizations A little girl sat watching… in silent resignation Grown-up women with shrouds of black Hidden and silent… in isolation With a “no-trespassing” look They wandered around in simulation When a single woman appeared, suddenly, in the shop The little girl felt a sudden sensation Yes, the woman wore the black alright… Yet, she walked with determination Not cautious, fearful, or covered-up The woman moved as a distinct population She seemed to own the world She was … such an inspiration… Why would she be on her own? The little girl wondered? Wasn’t she afraid from reprimands or accusations? Looking that pretty in embroidered black, Defying the norms as if in a celebration Who gave her the money that she’s spending Without a second thought or a hesitation? Was she really confident and strong as she seemed? Or is it the little girl’s wishful imagination???? In that little girl’s life Most women shared a specific combination Emotions were not revealed, opinions were suppressed With lots of reservations They held on to their black tightly Least someone recognize their identifications Their world seemed full of judging men Watching for proofs of condemnation So the women in black kept their covers tight Protecting their reputation Yet a single woman in black dared to show her face Visible without a mask, in obvious relaxation!! The little girl knew that something/ someone Must explain that awkward observation Of that visible woman in black Despite the isolation… despite the limitations As time passes-by, The little girl grows in fascination More visible women are out there Raising their voices in frustration They no longer accept second-places They no-longer sat in resignation The reality doors are shut but the virtual ones are forcedly-opened With fierce determination The women in black want their rights Demanding full participation Campaigning for municipal elections, driving, Minimum marital age or right of self- representation Commenting on international treaties for women, Gender-equality, or women-rights affiliation They are loud and visible No longer silent, passive, or fearing condemnation They write, blog, tweet, and post In a constant flow of information They build networks and constituencies Unlimited by gender-segregation, No longer helpless or maintained As prisoners of infinite duration… Yes, we are in a constant fear of social backlash But the power of words defeats organizations The little girl recalls the single woman in black… Whenever she feels a hesitation… Beautiful and powerful in her own way… A woman, who defeats stagnation… We will not be deprived We are a different generation…. And if countries can be flipped over and start anew In search of liberation We, too, the women in black Message;this poem pertains to the culture of saudi arabia that people in this country are confident to show who and what they are eventhough some people are discriminating them.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 06:52:51 +0000
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