For Her

In the beginning there was a her
equal with him, 
together, a partnership
interwoven with strands of love and trust. 
Next came her, in dresses and skirts 
the caregiver, 
the lover
not there for opinion, but there for the children
nothing more. 
Then came the thought. 
followed by the strength,
breaking from bonds formed centuries ago
defying laws from lifetimes before
rising and bursting forth 
from the seed of why. 
After this came the movement
from flowing skirts to ebbing pants 
from silent voice and suppressed thought 
to ear shattering questions
equality. 
Jobs for her
votes for her
voice for her
justice for her. 
Life for her. 
Fianlly came the smile 
the flowers opening to see the sun. 
The straight jacket and CEO position. 
Me too, and I believe you spoken without fear. 
Shoulders back, head up, lipstick on
though some happy without. 
She knows the struggle 
Her mother knew it too
as did her, a century before. 
But it is worth it. 
Happy women’s month.