I am awash in a sea of feminism
surrounded by beauty that floats around me.
Beauty that is fierce and determined
and, at the same time, light hearted and joyous.
We are out at sea, surrounded by beauty,
and all seems well.
We laugh and talk of the future,
one where equality reigns.
Admiring those who came before us
and yearning to learn from those around us.
We are celebrating little victories that come to us
as rolling waves that gently wash over us, as if the sea is laughing with us.
We are grieving as the soft waves turn to white caps,
and we are swept away in temporary defeat.
But, we do not allow it to taint the sea.
For, it is not the sea who is to blame for inconsistencies,
rather we must blame the moon that has been dominating the sea.
From the beginning the moon has directed the sea,
and it is up to us to challenge what has been.
If the sea never takes a stand, it will always be at the mercy of the tides.
That is why I am here, awash in a sea of feminism.
I delight in the fact that the sea is growing and becoming stronger.
New beauties are joining the sea each day,
and that is all the sea needs for now.
As the sea continues, majestically and regally,
equality will be demanded as the sea reaches all corners of the earth.