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I want to speak from my future.
I want to tell you how tired I used to be
from everything—
the hardened earth and darkened sky,
seeing a father sell his daughter for money.
She stayed mute, did not have the right to speak.
I was tired when I saw discrimination
between boys and girls in a family.
I wondered then how much pain should I bear,
how much of a victim to be.
I was tired.
I wondered how much to sell at the bazaar,
how long to stay silent.
Why did no one think about me?
Did I not have any feelings?
I wanted to speak from my dreams.
Let me talk, I said.
Do not force my silence.
I want to speak, I said.
I want to speak, speak and speak.

I will not let you ever make me silent again.

By Leeda