In school, they never told us the tales
of brave young women. They made no mention
of the girls who broke the rules,
fought for their countries.
The girls who carved their own paths,
regardless of what anyone thought of them.
We learned later on that the stories of women
were overshadowed by the stories of men.
Men, those who were meant to be our counterparts and companions,
hid our achievements from view
as they boasted their own.
So we created our own stories.
We remembered the women of the past,
the girls who would not be tied down,
and new ones sprung to life.
She wore her hair however she chose,
she wore what she pleased, did as she pleased,
and she would not let her story be buried.
And she was a hero.