If you haven't listened to the amazingly impactful poem Halsey read at the 2018 women's march in New York City, go ahead and do that now. I'm serious. I'll wait. This article will be here when you get back.

If you don't know who Halsey is, you've probably been living under a rock for the past three years, but just in case you have, I'll introduce her. Halsey is an incredible singer/songwriter who has released several of her own albums, while also collaborating with artists such as G-Eazy, the Chainsmokers, and Justin Bieber.

Known for her ever-changing hairstyles, bomb-ass tweets, mental health advocacy, and voice of an angel, Halsey is an all-around amazing woman, and this speech proves it.

She starts off by talking about accompanying her best friend to a Planned Parenthood clinic at 14 after this girl, Sam, was raped by a staff member at their after-school program. The fear that she captures as well as the panic "I can't tell my mom where I've gone. I can't tell anyone at all. " encompass the terror of two little girls who were forced to grow up too fast.

Next, we go back in time, to 2002, with a boy with matchbox cars who will give her guitar lessons in exchange for her silence, leaving us with the imagery of "the stairwell beside apartment 1245 will haunt me in my sleep for as long as I am alive ."

And next, a boyfriend, one that she "owes" sexual favors since he buys her dinner (hint, women don't owe men jack shit). One that "says I can't say no to him... He's taken to forcing me down on my knees. And I'm confused 'cause he's hurting me while he says please. " But it's not rape if you're in a relationship, right? If they say they love you and you think you love them? Men just have their urges, it's nothing personal, right? (Wrong).

Is your heart breaking yet? Because mine was. And then this next stanza crushed it.

Because this beautiful girl, this powerful woman who's already been through more trauma than anyone should ever have to go through, has more terrible things come her way. It's 2017 and she's a massive pop star, one that is touring internationally and selling millions of records, and "a man that I trust gets his hands in my pants ."

But wait, there's more... "There's blood. Is that my blood?... I even went on stage that night in Chicago when I was having a miscarriage." Heart officially stomped out and bleeding yet?

Because there's more. This woman, despite everything she's been through, doesn't forget the people who have been through hell and back too. She calls to mind "heroes like Ashley and Simone and Gabby, McKayla and Gaga, Rosario, Aly." She begs us to remember the women who don't have their voices plastered on the front covers of magazines, for the "babies (that) are ripped from the arms of teen mothers and child brides cry globally under the covers ."

And then best of all, she ends with a battle cry, a uniting statement, a call to action, a message of hope that despite everything women have been through; despite the fact that our very existence on this planet puts us at risk, that we will prevail:

"But we are not free until all of us are free

So love your neighbor, please treat her kindly

Ask her story and then shut up and listen

Black, Asian, poor, wealthy, trans, cis, Muslim, Christian

Listen, listen and then yell at the top of your lungs

Be a voice for all those who have prisoner tongues

For the people who had to grow up way too young

There is work to be done

There are songs to be sung

Lord knows there's a war to be won."