It’s a silent revolution
under too loud headphones

We’ve been taught
or told
Women are quiet
and Men riot
In softness there is no weight
In roughness there lies
success

Yet here she stands
With music
harsh, rough, to-the-point,
But with eyes
Soft
With a mouth
Kind
With arms
open

In her stance
There is the same strength
that trees grow with
Patient, Wise,
Always towards the sun
(Towards) the warmth

Her face sends a message
To a crowd of traditions:
Grow.

KH