In today’s time,
What would our ancestors think?

The way we carve paths
Once closed to us,
Wearing our freedom
Like a second skin.

We do what we want,
Wear what we want,
Speak with voices
Once silenced by tradition.

The chance to be single.
To love ourselves first.
Because if you’re with a man,
It’s because you want him there,
Not because the world says
You cannot stand alone.

No longer tied to societal chains,
We are the harvest
Of seeds they planted
With sweat and tears,
Watered with quiet rebellion.

Their suffering, a silent hymn
For the lives we now live.

To learn,
To thrive,
To dream,
To love without restraint.

Oh, to be a woman,
A phoenix rising
From ashes of the past,
Lighting the way
For daughters yet to be born.