They were stripped and burned
And buried alive.
They were pushed and pulled
And forced to a side.
They were mothers and sisters
And daughters before woman.
They were breathing and feeling
And surviving but never living.
They were silenced and fenced
And locked up in towers.
They were made dainty and fragile
And broken like flowers.
Oh these queens that you talk about
Were never crowned.
No coronations, no applause.
No wild crowds cheering them on.
Yet, so deep is the legacy they leave behind,
Raising voices against the unkind.
We fall, we fall but never stop.