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The Rising of the Phoenix
No one hears me
No one sees me
I have a life inside me
A fire that burns brighter than the sun
A force of engery that outmatches the sun
A voice that roars louder than lions
A power that resonates within me
A magic that sparks my eyes and ignites my tongue
No one likes a woman that is not afraid
To flex and projects her essance into the world
So because of this backwards logic
No one sees me
No one hears me
They shun me and shut me out
Throw me in lifeless closets
Cut out my tongue
Scratch out my eyes
And drown me in the Dead Sea
No one sees me
No one hears me
Almost dead
Clinging to life by a thread
When they figure out you're still breathing
They hunt for those magical scissors
That will finally end it all
Finally, those magic scissors are found
No one sees me
No one hears me
They use those scissors
Cut that last tiny thread that I used to cling to life
Dead and deader I got
Finally, I was free from my tormented torture
Now no one sees me
No one hears me at all
They burned my body at the stake
Left it hanging there as a reminder
For women to stay good and quiet
For days it smoldered
Until it succumbed to ashes
No one sees me
No one hears me
Ashes and ashes they all fall down
Slowly a wind kicked up and swirled those ashes
Building me back up, slowly
Until I was finally whole again
I rose stronger than before
Like a phoenix
I rose from those ashes
Now everyone sees me
Now everyone hears me
And this time I will refuse to be silenced
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This poem is a piece of power and call to power to every woman. It is the transformation of a woman who once could be silanced and ramained hidden, but builds herself back up from the ruins of her own metaphorical death and comes back stronger than ever.