Emptiness is all that I feel,
silence my only friend.
My bed cold and the world silent,
the day has come to end.
At first, I felt very hopeful,
life would be different.
I thought change was finally here,
dreamy… magnificent.
I never dreamed we would go back,
worse than things were before.
Thought we finally had a voice,
and basic rights galore.
But once the day is at an end,
and all is said and done,
I feel like we have stepped backwards,
and the end has begun.
The fight will never be over
at least that’s how it feels.
There is so much work to be done,
we fight to take the wheel.
I fight for a much better world,
after the big parade.
A world secure for my children,
a world we will have made.
Women’s history is central,
and celebrations, key.
But the fight needs to continue,
of this, I guarantee.
Emilie Turner 