Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
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Women's History Month
As I sat down to pen the lines of this poem, I found myself drawn to memories of a beloved figure from my past - my godly grandmother. She held a special place in my heart, and I was privileged to be her favorite grandchild. Her influence continues to shape my perspective, especially as I reflect on the strength and resilience of the women in my life.
I am fortunate to have been raised by a prayer-warrior mother who embodies courage and grace alongside three remarkable sisters who inspire me with unwavering determination. My journey led me to marry a godly woman who is one of three incredible sisters herself, and together, we are blessed with three daughters who fill our lives with boundless love and joy. In addition, I am now blessed with three granddaughters, each a shining example of the strength and beauty that womanhood embodies.
With each passing generation, I witness the legacy of strength and grace carried forward, embodied in the lives of my blessed wife, daughters, and granddaughters. It is in their honor and the memory of my beloved grandmother that I dedicate this poem, celebrating the remarkable journey of women through the ages.
Also Dedicated to All The Women Poets
Blessing,
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
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Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
Beneath stardust's scattered gleam,
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.
Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise, a chorus harmonizing,
...In this vast, of an eternal fold.
I am Harriet Tubman,
...leading souls unseen,
A beacon blazing hope, through history's mainstream,
Through the tranquil, moonlit, I had a lucid dream.
From battlefields' thunderous roar, courage forever imbued,
I am Joan of Arc,
….a warrior's fire, eternally trued.
Faith my breastplate, defiance my cry,
For crown and country, I stand, reaching for the sky.
Like wildflowers careening for sun's golden kiss,
We blossom from the shadows, where strength will not be missed.
I am Sacagawea,
…with wisdom etched deep, a natural navigator
Guided Lewis and Clark, secrets I would keep forever.
I am Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie,
…sparks a flame,
Empowering generations, rewriting the same, their claim.
To uncover forgotten narratives, shatter silence's hold,
Unleashing voices, stories yet to be told.
Across sun-drenched lands and city streets untamed,
Women stand united, a future yet unnamed.
Threads of defiance, a brilliant banner unfurled,
A harmonious resonance for a juster, kinder world.
In rustling leaves carried on the wind's gentle sigh,
The spirit of resilience, forever standing by.
I am Malala, defiant,
…a pulsar of courage, beaming knowledge,
Education, my weapon, against fear imposed.
Ancestral whispers, wisdom in their breeze,
Guiding our footsteps, through sibilant, boundless trees.
From bustling factories to laboratories bright,
Their triumphs ignite, beacons burning ever so right.
From courageous activism to fearless flights
They shattered limitations, inspiring new heights
I am Amelia Earhart,
…soaring through skies untamed,
Shattered limitations, dreams forever reclaimed.
I am Rosa Parks,
…a nova in the civil rights galaxy,
With quiet courage, in a crowded seat did reign,
Ignited a movement, hearts thundering in the rain.
Of equality rising, a tide unstoppable,
Justice echoing, forever unquenchable.
In the slums' despair, a beacon so fair,
I am Mother Teresa, a love,
…beyond compare.
Serving the poorest with grace so pure,
Her legacy, an endless, sacred tour.
I am Margaret Atwood,
…quasars of dystopian prose,
With worlds both complex and provocative,
Crafts apocalyptic tales, futures yet to unload.
My words a mirror, reflecting our fight,
Inspiring action, bathed in truth's radiant delight.
I am Viola Davis,
…with a voice that cuts like steel,
Gives voice to the voiceless, where injustices reel.
A storyteller unveiling truth, with a passion ablaze,
Empowering others, through the characters she portrays.
I am Sheryl Sandberg,
…an intellect keen and sharp,
Cracked the glass ceiling, leaving my indelible mark.
Empowering women, to reach for the boundless sky,
Building empires, dreams reaching ever so high.
Though tears may fall in moments of despair, hope a flight to pursue,
...A flame we all carry, forever a burning queue.
For in our spirit, a choir rings ever strong,
...A tribute to the unsung, whose voices sing their song.
Let them boldly echo, a testament to our might,
...The power of courage, a never-fading light.
In their stories, our destinies take hold,
...A fantastic story written, in history's narrative folds.
May their names resonate,
…in every woman's soul,
A chorus of strength, forever making us whole.
Yes, tears may fall in moments of despair,
Hope takes flight for all,
…a flame our mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters
...shall forever exhort.
So listen to their harmonies ringing through the ages…
For They are fulfilling history in the unwritten pages.
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"My mission in life is not merely to survive but to thrive and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” – Maya Angelou (1928-2014), memoirist, poet
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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