This poem was submitted for publication on the 'Other Words' pages of WorkInWords.net in the weeks following the murder of a young women in London in 2021.
The female writer is Anon.
My daughter.
I look at my daughter
So young and so free
She knows so well
Just how to be
She must claim the night
After all it’s her right
But I am sure you can see
My anxiety
We have to run
For somebody’s fun.
We’ve a long way to go
Progress has been slow
Too long accepting
A norm of protecting
We have to let go
To go with the flow
Teach men how to act
Not accept as a fact
That testosterone rules
Anon, Female (2021)
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