She walked in, shoulders high,
A single woman in a room full of power,
She took her seat, spoke her mind,
But something inside whispered, go further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Taking up space is just the start,
But what\u2019s the point if you stand alone?
If no other woman follows behind,
Then the battle is only half-won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She climbed the ladder, rank by rank,
Fought through whispers, doubts, and stares.
But climbing alone feels so cold,
If no one else is standing there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So she turned and stretched her hand,
Lifted a sister, then another.
She knew the weight was lighter shared,
When women rise, they rise together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t just sit, pull up more chairs,
Speak their names in rooms of power.
If you\u2019re the first, don\u2019t be the last,
Make way, this is our hour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when the walls feel too tight,
When doors won\u2019t budge, no matter the fight,
Break them down, kick them wide,
So another woman walks inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because a victory is not complete,
Until the room is filled with change.
One woman\u2019s step is not enough,
Until many walk the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n