They refused to take no
and then watch others go
make decisions for us.
They fought for our daughters, their daughters,
daughters and mothers all,
that our world be equal and just,
that our voices ring true and free
from every blue mountain, red hill, green valley.
We fight still.

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It’s been way too long since I’ve participated in one of Rebecca’s poetry challenges over at Fake Flamenco, and this month’s challenge is a really good one. You should join in, too!

I’ve posted many poems for Women’s History Month, but this one – this year – it just hits different. I have a little girl, and I want everything for her. I want a world where she can be whatever she wants to be. And where her voice can be as loud, powerful, and important as anyone else’s. This poem was inspired by the women, past and present, who’ve fought for women’s rights all over the world. We’ve fought for our right to speak – to vote, to be in the room, to have a seat at the table, to lead – for generations, and it makes me angry that we still have to. But for Lucy, for all of us, I will fight, just like the many women who came before me.