It is time to be outspoken

to celebrate

to protest

to find that new path

for too long we have travelled

the well worn

road to nowhere

 

It is time we proclaimed

our glory

stopped being ashamed

of our love

we mothers

we daughters

we have always known

what was best for us

what was best for

the fathers

the sons

too

 

It is time to listen

to prick up our ears

hear the sounds

emanating

from the depths

we have heard these sounds

from the moment

we emerged

began to breath

the thick air

of confusion

surrounding us

yet we have learned

to ignore

accepted

being ignored

It is time to understand

what is wrong with

this man’s world

is that

this woman’s world

has gone missing

 

It is time to retrieve

our lost sounds

It is time to believe

in the trees

and the wind

that stirs

the branches