In shadows cast by power’s cruel hand,
Women stand strong, yet often unseen,
Their voices muted, dreams unplanned,
In a world where bias is routine.

The glass ceiling looms above their heads,
A barrier of prejudiced belief,
Striving for equality, their hearts bled,
Seeking solace, yearning for relief.

Eyes that pierce with judgment’s gaze,
Words that cut deeper than a knife,
Yet they rise and refuse to be erased,
Fighting fiercely for their rightful life.

In unity and courage, they find their light,
Breaking chains of sexism’s cruel might,
For in their strength and relentless fight,
Lies the dawn of a world made right.