Echo - Her Story


It was the punishment

of a jealous goddess -

not all women stand together!

She had only been following orders

but it was no defence

at that time.


Now she could only repeat

the last words she heard,

the last sentence.

That was her sentence,

only to repeat her past words

watching those who had free will

their actions and voices repeatedly 

following orders again and again.


But she could call out

loud

clear

her voice intact

resonating

as she called them out

again and again and again.


And so they followed her,

those women united

in disobedience

united in calling out

in chorusing

an anthem

echoing

down the ages.


She feels free now.

Her sentence is served

she has found her voice

and they will surely

overcome

someday.


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