Poem: Your Little Day (We Will Win!)

I shared this poem and read it the other day in a video and some of you asked for the written version. Here it is:

Your Little Day

So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little year of power;
Make laws, demand our language bend your way,
And call our ancient boundaries outworn.

For women have faced mightier men than you,
Men armed with law, with scripture, fist, and throne;
Men who could make the cruelest threat come true,
Who claimed our bodies never were our own.

We faced the fathers who could sell the bride,
The husbands whom the law allowed to rule;
The hands that barred the ballot from our side,
The learned men who kept us from the school.

We faced the men who said we could not speak,
Could own no wealth, could govern, vote, or choose;
Who used their strength as evidence we’re weak,
Who forced us when we said that we refuse.

But still we rose. Not once, but age on age.
We learned to write our names upon the page.
We opened every door once closed and barred
And won each inch because we fought so hard.

Your tactics are the same as men of old.
You violate our boundaries the same way;
You force us after we have told NO.
You tell us we are not allowed our say.

Our mothers fought for rooms where women dress,
For doors that close, for safety without shame;
For girls to meet their strength in sport and test
And know the field was built to hold their game.

You were not there with women at the start
To help us fight when voting was denied,
Our mothers carried freedom in their heart
While custom, church, and government replied:

No. Know your place. Be silent. Do not fight.
Accept the world exactly as it stands.
And still they dragged their daughters toward the light
And placed their hard-won freedom in our hands.

We are those daughters.

So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little year, and then—
Remember women have outlasted power
In stronger, crueler, more commanding men.

For we have faced the fist, the throne, the cage,
The locked schoolhouse, the altar, and the law;
And every generation turns the page
And finds that women still remember all.

We have survived what once seemed permanent.
We have far more patience than your power.
We’ll be here when your little grunts are spent.
Together we will stand, hold, and endure.

You tell us that our boundaries are just hate,
That we’re not allowed to have them once again,
You tell us that we must accept our fate.
But I assure you in the end that we will win!