Feminist Classroom: A Poem

 

A circle formed, not rows of seats,

Where voices rise, and knowledge meets.

No sage on stage, dispensing lore,

But guides who open every door.

We learn as one, with hearts and minds,

Exploring truths of different kinds.

Experience blooms, a vibrant hue,

My story matters, and so does you.

The threads of power, gently frayed,

The status quo, cleverly swayed.

Intersection's light, on shadowed ground,

Where justice sought, can now be found.

We question norms, with fearless gaze,

And build a world of brighter days.

From theory sprung, to action bold,

A future fair, a story told.