International Women’s Day

My daughter wrote this poem to celebrate this day…. she wrote it several years ago, but I love it and wanted to share it with you.

For centuries, you’ve been a muse

Abused for shape and form.

You’ve worn a label on your head,

Forlorn, you’ve stumbled –

Head over heels,

To feel like you’re only ever second best.

A quest for strength is never fair,

And what you wear does not attest,

The heart that lies beneath your breast,

Which pumps and beats and so then swells

And in good time the tale it tells

Your truth, the proof that you have lived

Shrouded in a veil of mystery, a history

That’s full of broken promises

And prejudiced minds.

Enshrined with doubt – don’t get caught out:

We’re equal. Feelings are mutual and

You’re spiritual, unequivocal.

For blood is blood and flesh is flesh;

But to be alive is to be blessed.

Standing tall you will not fall,

Victim of weak resolve or fragile minds

Instead, stand bold and then you’ll find

A strength beyond humanity,

A force that holds like gravity,

A shared understanding that equality

Is a cause

Worth fighting for.