Puisi ini mengingatkan saya kepada hakikat, bahawa dua pertiga daripada 796 juta penduduk dunia yang buta huruf, adalah kaum wanita.
A poor woman learns to write
She squats, bare feet
splayed out, not
graceful; skirt tucked around ankles.
Her face is lined and cracked.
She looks old,
older than anything.
She’s probably thirty.
Her hands also are lined and cracked
and awkward. Her hair concealed.
She prints with a stick, laboriously
in the wet grey dirt,
frowning with anxiety.
Great big letters.
There. It’s finished.
Her first word so far.
She never thought she could do this,
This was for others,
She looks up, smiles
as if apologizing,
but she’s not. Not this time. She did it right.
What does the mud say?
Her name. We can’t read it.
But we can guess. Look at her face:
Joyful Flower? A Radiant One? Sun On Water?
Margaret Atwood, author.
Source: UNESCO's Alphabet of Hope, 2007.