Where are you, feminists?

In the ocean of priorities, many of us collectively gaze, 

We pluck bright seaweed,

Fresh and green, in the glare of our sight.

Yet we neglect seaweed of the withered, weak, and unseen,

Where are you, feminists, in the shadows of plight?

Historical princesses who fought to clean the ocean are scorned,

For their appearance alone, their wisdom ignored and torn,

Overlooking their intellect, their impact, and their grace

Where are you feminists, in this superficial space?

Where are you feminists, in this world so vast?

As our sisters from neighbouring seas yearn for education to last,

Their dreams stifled by extreme chains,

Where are you feminists, in their refrains?

Do you care for those oppressed, drowning in the sea,

Or for the glittering surface waves of a celebrity catfight spree?

Where are you feminists, in this maritime plain? 

Would you dive deeper or remain ignorant in the above plains?

Where are you feminists, as women lose their way,

Netting their coral blooms young, becoming players of a system’s sway?

A wicked game, its grip unyielding for centuries, still firm

Where are you, feminists, amidst the ocean’s churn?

Feminists, how do we forge ahead amidst the ocean's might,

Ignoring faults ingrained, in the sea’s dark night?

As little girls are taught the norms, swept away by the tide,

Where are you, feminists, in this coral-bleaching ride?

Where are you, feminists, amidst the raging storm,

As women's fury crashes, against the norm?

Their voices, like waves, rising in a roar,

Where are you, feminists, on this ocean floor?

For justice, for equality, in waters profound.

In every corner of this ocean we share,

Where are you, feminists, do you not care?