With Each Morning's Promise
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
A hint of memories that came millenniums before,
And the radiance of God’s glory, from the heart's core,
Is a new dawn, for our taking.
In these shades of light, a narrative is spun,
Of women's strength and battles won,
For rights to choose, for equality won't be shun,
With each morning, a world's foundation shaking.
They rise for autonomy, their voices clear,
For choices over bodies, a future sincere,
Where decisions are theirs, with no shadow of fear,
With each morning, a new dawn's awakening.
Equal pay, a demand that echoes wide,
Breaking the chains of wage gaps, side by side,
A future where worth isn't unfairly denied,
With each morning, a brighter horizon breaking.
Promotions earned through merit and skill,
Not hindered by gender, a world to fulfill,
A future where glass ceilings shatter at will,
With each morning, progress relentless and unshaking.
Hope whispers of change, with each sunrise,
A world where justice and fairness arise,
Where women's rights, like the sun, shall rise,
With each morning, a future resolute for the taking.
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