In the glaring light of our world, where violence
is broadcast and shared, there lies a tapestry of pain,
woven with threads of dread and spectacle.
Men’s hands, heavy with history, strike
against women — cisgender and trans alike —
each act a public reminder of power misused,
a grim dance of dominance and submission.
In the public eye, some women
turn their backs, voices raised against their own,
echoing the rhetoric of exclusion,
as if the shared struggle were not enough.
J.K. Rowling’s words ripple through the air,
sparking fires of division, while Imane Khelif
and Lin Yu Ting stand as silent witnesses
to the complex tapestry of gendered violence.
A chorus of sorrow and solidarity rises,
as the rhythm of resistance beats against the walls of Gilead —
a dystopian spectre where women’s bodies
are battlegrounds, and healthcare is a privilege
granted by patriarchal decree.
The statistics tell a story, stark and unyielding:
transgender people, four times more likely
to face the wrath of violence, their lives
a testament to society’s failure.
Yet, in the face of this darkness,
there is a flicker of hope — a call to arms
for justice, for empathy, for change.
Let us not be led into the depths of Gilead,
but rather, let us rise, voices united,
to weave a new tapestry, one where all
are seen, heard, and valued.
For in the end, it is not the violence
that defines us, but the strength
to stand against it, together.