She...

 Imagine a world where fear can’t stay,

Where every touch and word convey,

A message strong: we’re here to care,

To listen, to learn, and always share.

In the quiet spaces where shadows loom,

Where whispers hide and dark hearts bloom,

Lies a truth too harsh to be ignored—

A world where pain has deeply soared.

In classrooms where young minds are shaped,

We craft a future, unafraid.

Not just of facts and figures tall,

But of respect and justice for all.

To teach a boy the power of touch,

To understand that lines are such,

That love is not a right, but a gift,

And boundaries are never to be missed.

It’s time to teach our boys, no means no,

A lesson in respect that must be sown,

In every heart, in every mind,

To understand the truth, to be kind.

For every “no” is a boundary clear,

A line that’s drawn, a voice to hear.

In the echoes of her silent cries,

We must build a world where respect never dies.

She wants to say, “I am more than just a choice,”

A life with a value, a soul with a voice.

In the warmth of the sunshine, she wished to grow,

And live for long, in the soft evening glow.

We teach our girls, “Stay safe, don’t stray,”

But not our boys, who walk away

Without a thought for her life’s worth,

Or the pride she carries from her birth.

They say, “We’re a part of the song,”

A rhythm of life, where hearts belong.

A son’s love, a daughter’s pride,

A future where hopes and dreams collide.

As we reflect on this truth so deep,

And vow to change the patterns we keep,

Let us remember, in every part and plea

Some parts of some of us are that “She.”