My daughter

First and foremost you carry the legacy of women 

Who were battered and bruised 

So that you may know their triumph, come to hear their truth 

Years of being made to feel nothing less than a second class citizen.

Their to only bring up their seed 

But they stood up, came forth 

Like a well-controlled army and conquered 

So now every day I get to feel their triumph and

Know that when my daughter says to me 

Mother 'how shall I be?

I will say, you my love carry the legacy of women before you 

You will learn to carry joy in you smile 

And a light in your eyes 

For you, my dearest, are the descendants of Women of Antiquity  

Ikram Ahmed Awaale

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