When I wished to write
a tribute for women —
my pen shivered.
Sometimes
I have to write someone’s scream,
a silenced voice,
and the torture they live.
Who is responsible?
What do you think?
“Not me.”
But you are!
Where you should speak,
you stayed silent.
If there were a world
where everyone was simply human,
man would be useless—
as long as women are treated this way.
Am I dreaming too far?
I wanted to write something for women,
but my pen cried —
What should I write?
Whose pain should I write?
Or should I write
so much nothing?
