I weep for every woman that is beaten for not having dinner ready for her husband when he comes home.

I weep for every girl that is sold into sex trade,

Forced to give their bodies away.

I weep for every girl 

without a voice.

I weep because I cannot save them 

and 

my efforts are 

so 

small.

 

Fifty-one percent 

of the world’s population.

Fifty-one percent 

that could change it all.

Fifty-one percent 

and we are still the smallest ones of all.

 

You say feminism is dead,

I say we have only begun to fight

the misogyny,

the patriarchy.

Feminism is not over until 

each and every woman and girl is free.