A woman's spirit, a boundless power,

A force so strong, it cannot cower,

Breaking shackles, breaking chains,

A rebel's heart, unashamed

A mothers nurture,

A small girls scream,

Tearing through the walls like a beam,

A women’s walls around her heart,

They put them there to shwart the the pain,

To stop despair,

Only stopping to breath air,

She stands tall, a warrior's stance,

Fighting for the battles in her lands,

Her voice a roar, her heart ablaze,

No force can tame her, no force can haze,

The power of a million women,

Put there from the resistance of men,

From the fear of being hit,

Of being hurt until their sick,

From the torture they endure,

From the battles they suffer,

Only hoping for the day,

That men will bow and pray,

For they’ll see women’s power,

And society embrace all their flaws and their strengths,

The wooden shackles unrestrained,

From the shadows of oppression,

The women emerge, unconfined,

The voices that once were silenced,

Now rise, their strength defined,

No longer bound by chains of old,

They take their stand, they take control,

The wooden spoons and pots in the ashes of the old,

All the times they were silenced only to stop the abstinence of staying quiet,

They will stay above it all,

Each laugh and fall only adding to the power that women now acquire,

No longer victims of circumstance,

They're masters of their own stance,

The old ways crumbling in their wake,

As women claim their rightful place,

No more silence, no more shame,

They rise, unbound, untamed,

And still are humble and profound,

Giving men a chance to ground themself and see the potential,

See the successful spirit of all their wives and kids,

all the waiters,

and the lids on the floor from the jars that once contained

, all these powers and brains,

All the things that men lack,

Women carry on behalf of the world,

Of the life,

Of the sun that shines so bright,

Only now will they see that we’re not they’re slaves for pleasury,

We have a mind we have a brain and a heart that beats the anthem,

Of our screams of our tears that we have come to overlook,

To see the end,

To see the finish,

To see that we are a prolific force,

One of comfort aswell as potency,

We are now a great prophecy,

Hear us scream and shout no more tape to shut our mouth,

And as they rise, they don't forget,

That empathy and strength are links in life's net,

They reach out a hand to lift those low,

For they know the power of unity and flow,

So now unite, all women and men,

In a dance of equality, where progress begins,

For when we stand together, hand in hand,

We'll create a world that truly understands.