 Hi everyone, I will be reciting my poem called, I write anyway. As I write thoughts rush in. Is this right? I'm afraid I sin. I write anyway to women out there. Do not shy away. Voice out what's unfair. She returns home alone that evening. Well, not so alone in the streets where men standing and her attempts to escape? Oh, forlorn. Religion says a woman should walk under a men's shadow and he will give her the warmth. But that night, she fell the warmth she did not want. He makes his excuse, he blames her skirts, he blames her clothes. So what about my five-year-old sister? So young and innocent, barely even lived and came the best. They say respect a woman because she could be someone's sister, mother, or daughter. But come on, respect her simply because she's a human. Someday I wish to see a set of freedom in her eyes. Someday I wish to see women growing at man's pace. Someday I wish to feel this home is home, safe home. I write anyway to women out there. You are capable, capable of so much you are unbreakable. So go to church. I write anyway to women out there. We'll do much better. We'll build the sky together. There's a fire that grows within. Let the revolution begin. I write anyway to women out there. To those who has broken their bondage. To you, I pay my homage. Thank you.