Daughters of the Abyss

We rise from history’s shadow,
Our skin marked with centuries
Of silenced screams,
Our eyes burning bright
With inherited rage.

From witch-pyre ashes,
From kitchen-prison cells,
From boardroom battlefields
Where glass ceilings draw blood —
We emerge transformed.

Our mothers taught us
How to weave power
From pain’s dark thread,
How to forge strength
From society’s chains.

Watch us gather now,
Sisters of the deep,
Our voices harmonizing
Like storm winds rising,
Like revolution’s thunder.

We speak in tongues
Of broken silence,
Each word a spell
To shatter patriarchy’s
Crystal palace of lies.

Our hands remember
Ancient magics:
How to heal and harm,
How to build and break,
How to remake the world
In our own image.

See how we dance
Through corporate corridors,
Our shadows casting
Prophecies of change
On sterile walls.