“women empowerment”

In gardens long unwatered, seeds once pressed  
Beneath the weight of silence, underrest—  
Yet, see: those roots found rain and, rising bold,  
Broke earth and stone, seeking the morning gold.  

There’s music in the footsteps down the halls  
Of libraries, of courtrooms, schools, and stalls;  
A melody of voices never tamed  
Who dared to shout, when told, “You must be named.”  

From Sojourner’s cry—“Ain’t I a Woman?”—true,  
To Malala’s pen and Maya’s vision, blue  
And brimming with the sky of every girl  
Whose laughter turns and gently shifts the world.  

Remember hands that wove the moonlit cloth,  
Or those who, marching, bore their dreams for broth;  
How mothers shape tomorrows with a song,  
How sisters teach the weak what makes them strong.  

Empowerment: not thunder, yet it shakes—  
A gentle storm that every limit breaks  
So daughters know what grandmothers have shown:  
There’s nothing in this life they must atone.  

Let every name unspoken now arise  
And echo—growing brave, unbowed, and wise—  
That each new generation, bright and free,  
Will plant their story, rooted as a tree.

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