Title: I Reduse to be Silenced for All Girl Child.

I Refuse to Be Silenced

By Guillit A.

Look at me!

Do you see a child—

or a bride in waiting?

You say I’m “ripe.”

Ripe for marriage.

Ripe for motherhood.

But I am not a fruit to pluck.

I am a seed,

And seeds need soil—

Not chains!

I am not your property.

I am not your price tag.

I am not a transaction to seal your greed.

I am a girl with dreams.

With rights.

With fire.

And I will not let your traditions

Burn my future to ashes.

So hear me now:

Let me learn.

Let me grow.

Let me breathe my own life.

If you think I am ready—

Ready to be caged—

You are wrong.

I was born to fly.

And I will fly!