In the history books, our names are unwritten, Our fights are untold, the foes we have beaten; The rulership that shapes our great human race – Is ours, but we are oppressed, deprived of grace. The triumphs of the Amazons, who can tell now? To the Assyrian war queens, can anybody bow? We, the women, struggle for our human rights, Until the twentieth century, we’re flaming lights. We will break free from men’s cruel domination, History will be herstory, we move for revolution; Like the Suffragettes, feminism is going to reign, We and mother Gloria Steinem, be free from pain. Though our pasts are either unrecorded or twisted, Our identities remain real and strong, not defeated; Like Malala Yousafzai, we will educate the society, Even the world, about the naked truth and reality. The new voices against sexism will bring change, As Emma Watson’s speech to us is never strange; Our global contribution will no longer be denied, We, the women, are made and born to be glorified.