In the dawn of silent reverie, they rise,
With voices once hushed, now echoing loud,
Breaking free from shadowed binds,
Their strength, a beacon in the crowd.

Each step, a testament to unyielding grace,
Defying norms, rewriting fate,
In unity, they find their place,
A sisterhood that time can’t abate.

Their dreams, a tapestry of vibrant hues,
Woven with threads of resilience and hope,
With every struggle, they renew,
In every heart, the power to cope.

Under the sky, unchained and free,
They carve their legacy, bold and true,
In every woman’s spirit, we see,
Feminism’s light, forever breaking through.