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My daughter

I look at my daughter

So young and so free

She knows so well

Just how to be

She must claim the night

After all it’s her right

But I am sure you can see

My anxiety

We have to run

For somebody’s fun.

We’ve a long way to go

Progress has been slow

Too long accepting

A norm of protecting

We have to let go

To go with the flow

Teach men how to act

Not accept as a fact

That testosterone rules

Anon, Female


Makes me think that ...

This poem was submitted for publication on the 'Other Words' pages of in the weeks following the murder of a young women in London in 2021.

The female writer is Anon.

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Image: "Violence Against Women" by Era Khan

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