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We Marched, Now.

For the right to choose.

By Luisa GilliesPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
We Marched, Now.
Photo by Manny Becerra on Unsplash

I'm home, now. My

grandmother hangs

on the wall. Softly, and

smiling. A child.

I study her features—

plumper than mine—blue paint

in her eyes, unaware

of me standing here,

swaying here—shivering.

I look at her face, and I

graze at her smile with

the tips of my fingers. At

fifteen, a job; at eighteen

she married. With child.

At forty, a screaming and

powerful force on the streets,

demanding the right

to choose—now.

So we started all

over again—

I screamed and I shouted; I

laughed, even, some—

solidarity laughs—and

we marched.

I'm home, now. My

grandmother hangs on

the wall. I touch her face

softly, once more. Then

my hand comes

back down to my

belly. We marched.

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Luisa Gillies

Hi! I'm Luisa.

I write short stories and poetry.

I'm really keen to hear feedback on my work, so please feel free to share your thoughts!

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  • Mark Green11 months ago

    another great piece of poetry Luisa .good luck in the competition .

  • Rachel M.J11 months ago

    Beautiful work. Imagery and message really resounded

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