I am a woman
Until 1928, i did not have the right to vote
So loud yet, so voiceless
The silence of a thousand lifetimes of the women before me
In 1866, i was still being beaten by my husband
He controlled me
Despite me being the one who gifted him life
Until 1967, i could not have an abortion
I must carry this burden
For the sake of a man's ego
In 1888, i only just received equal pay
Expected to hold up a family and yet
I was not granted money to survive
Until 1925, i could not inherit property
It all belongs to my husband, the man
Just like how everything has always belonged to him
I am a woman, who's patience has run thin
And though the chains have not been broken
The grip has become looser
But not loose enough, for the
Oppression of women still carries on today.
Trials and tribulations, life and death
It's a dangerous life
Being a woman.
I dedicate this poem to all the women before me who have fought for our rights. From Mary Wollstonecraft to Jennifer Worth, i thank you.
Freddie Keeble Poetry 