In times of old, a woman’s worth was quite easy to define
\nIf she was “good” and didn’t speak or step one foot out of line.
\nIf she served her husband or her country that was plenty for the time.
\nStill, a woman could be famous, sticking out in ways that lead to death.<\/p>\n
Then time passed and her worth grew and shrank in ways unexpected
\nShe could be a queen or simple folk who grew to be respected.
\nEventually, in cinema, a woman’s worth would often be reflected
\nby love, not death, and how she stood, against the system cinema erected.<\/p>\n
Presidents and principalities became horrified by woman’s plucky positions.
\nThey created rules meant to cage and burned them for any poor dispositions.
\nAnd yet the strong could not be made weak by men who made their missions
\nDestroying woman who just desired the right to have a right.<\/p>\n
As worth transformed and work transformed, platforms for women grew,
\nTo the point that I am asked to share a story of one I personally knew.
\nWhat do I know of fame or influence? What strength of femme can I do?
\nI’m not that special on my own but I can feel their power in my bones.<\/p>\n
While I’ve never gotten to know a woman cursed with fame,
\nI’ve seen them throughout history with spirits wreathed in flame.
\nThey never fail to do what’s right, they are impossible to tame.
\nA woman’s worth goes beyond her station, her influence can shape a nation.
\nAnd while I’ve never known one personally, thanks to their power
\nI can hope to be a\u00a0woman who sticks out with influence on history.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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