In a world where shadows speak of strife,
Where echoes of pain cut through the night,
Women whisper tales of quiet fights,
Their strength concealed in silent might.
A history etched in wounds and scars,
Their voices hushed beneath the stars,
Yet still they rise, with hearts aflame,
In every language, every name.
To demasculinize, to break the chains,
Means hearing cries in heavy rains,
Listening close to whispered pleas,
The broken dreams and shattered seas.
From fields to homes, from streets to halls,
Their labor builds, their spirit calls,
For recognition long denied,
For justice, peace, their endless guide.
The tragedy of abuse laid bare,
A global wound we all must share,
To heal, to mend, to bring the light,
To honor women’s endless fight.
So open eyes, let blinders fall,
Acknowledge voices, hear them all,
Appreciate their boundless worth,
The hands that shape and tend the earth.
In every heart, in every hand,
In every corner of the land,
Women’s courage, strength, and grace,
Deserve our reverence, our embrace.
For only then can we unite,
And banish darkness with the light,
To build a world where all can thrive,
Where love and justice both survive.
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