"Feminism Is Not the Foe"

~Quinn Michaels~

Feminism is not the enemy,
It’s not a threat, it’s not a war cry,
It’s the whisper of equality, the echo of "why?"
Why do we fear what we don’t understand?
Why do we shrink from the outstretched hand?
It’s not a fist, clenched tight in rage,
But an open palm, turning the page.

Feminism is not here to divide,
But to bridge the chasm, to stand beside.
It’s not here to take what’s yours or mine,
But to light the way, to draw the line
Between justice and oppression,
Between silence and expression,
Between the darkened past and a brighter tomorrow,
Where every voice is heard, not drowned in sorrow.

It’s not about hate or blame,
Not about pointing fingers or playing a game.
It’s about the mothers, the daughters, the sisters we know,
Who’ve carried the burden, who’ve felt the blow
Of a world that tells them to sit down, be still,
To smile pretty, to swallow the pill
Of "this is the way it’s always been done,"
But we say enough—our battle’s begun.

Feminism is not a dirty word,
It’s the song of the unheard.
It’s the fight for the right to be more than a name,
More than a body, more than a claim
To someone else’s story, someone else’s dream.
It’s the truth that runs deeper than it may seem.

It’s not about one winning and another to lose,
But about giving us all the chance to choose—
To choose our paths, our voice, our fight,
To walk in the sun, to stand in the light.
It’s about balance, about setting things right,
About tearing down walls built from fear and spite.

Don’t fear the word, don’t fear the cause,
Don’t let misunderstanding give you pause.
Feminism isn’t the end of the road,
It’s the beginning of a journey, the planting of a seed,
For a world where everyone is freed
From the chains of "should" and "must,"
Where respect and fairness are more than just dust
On a bookshelf of ideals, forgotten and old,
But a truth we live, a story we’ve told.

It’s about men and women, side by side,
Lifting each other, letting go of pride.
It’s about equality, pure and true,
And it’s as much about me as it is about you.

So don’t fear feminism, don’t shrink away,
Embrace the change, let it have its say.
For in the end, it’s not a battle cry,
But a dream of wings, ready to fly.
A dream where we all rise, hand in hand,
To build a future where we all stand
Equal, unafraid, and finally free—
This is the world that was meant to be.