Unfinished
I will walk away with head held high,
From a fight I’ve left unfinished.
There was no winner,
Nothing lost,
Nothing gained,
Nothing broken,
Growing pains of girls finding their feet and their beliefs.
Women waking from fever-dreams of freedom to find the fight raging on,
In screens and pages and feet pounding pavements,
In ten-foot writing on the walls and actions speaking louder than a picture worth a 1000 words.
I will walk away from the fights not worth having.
I will turn off glowing words of wilful misunderstandings.
I will place my rage in processes of progress.
I will wage the war worth winning, whether or not the bastards who oppress are listening.
I will fight the fight worth winning.
I will leave this fight unfinished.
Day 1 of my #Inktober poetry challenge. If you like it, let me know and feel free to share!
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