hear the siren calls that shout from a woman's soul
she screams, she yells that she is here, standing firm,
she is not merely a woman but a fighter, a revolutionary,
her undying valor matches her fiery delicate beauty,
her heart filled with passion no matter the burden.

songs she sang with grace and an enduring voice,
that tremors and shakes the old orders of the world,
this mad desire, this stumbling, ceaseless search,
that she's the guiding wheel where man is at fault,
resiliently unwavering patient through the ages

she is not merely a servant, nor mouse to be played,
she is a valiant fighter who hides her struggles,
she acts alone but never quenched neither silenced,
she is armed with dignity and the will to carry it alone,
struggling with ceaseless ridicule and abused for change

her soul fights against nature, realizing the absurdity,
to be liberated never to be numbed and content,
embers the light the fires of her harden soul,
a model of modesty and immortalize sacrifice,
to give and lose everything except her ideals.

she who holds her red banner proudly towering high,
defined not by her looks but her action as a woman,
who toils, sweats and bleeds like men in any field,
till death she shall raise her fist in defiance,
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.