The Way Out: A Poem By Our Girls

Don’t blow out my light. Because that is my way out. In my life like a sprout shinning like sunlight and silent death is cast out.

Where does this scream come from? From women and girls in a storm, jailed by harmful traditions whose ignorance is not salvation. But school is their way out.

With my school and dreams. I hold high rights. Armed to trample, with might, mountains in life meanders and find my way out.

Let me imagine and dream. Give me a way out to my dreams. With education as a stream.

This inspiring, beautiful poem was crafted by some of Malaika’s in order to share their feelings with a global audience during our recent Malaika Speaks! webinar hosted by Thandie Newton.