Daughters of History
History is overcrowded with women who were harmonies,
Cadencing with the delicacy of vulnerable melodies.
Your ancestors were crystal chandeliers and exquisite geodes,
Fragility dribbling from edges and nodes.
She camouflaged under the spiral of books,
Caging the brutality and inequality in the lines of a notebook.
She told, girls possess the cells of storm and bravery,
Undefined valour, immeasurable kindness was their geometry.