A poem for International Women’s Day by Joy Magezis, 8 March 2025 

International Women’s Day 

International Women’s Day 
Very important holiday 
For me, millions of women worldwide 
Perhaps my story will explain

My Grandma Esther 
Immigrant sweatshop worker 
A women’s needle trades union organiser
Helped build General Strike of 20,000

Women like her demonstrated 
Against appalling working conditions
In New York, 8 March 1908
For better pay, conditions, suffrage

Then Socialist Women’s Conference
Declared March 8, yearly 
International Women’s Day
To honour working women’s struggles

Bread and Roses
Suffragist demanded 
Need for equality, respect
What women do paid, and unpaid

Mothers are life givers
Nurture, teach, heal, raise
Next generation of workers
Yet women’s abilities, contributions devalued

How many women died
In difficult childbirth 
Ability to control body 
Still restricted today

As a student, I went on strike
For first US Ethnic Studies Department
Amazing struggle and victory
Women saw need to explore our oppression

Growing up could often feel it 
Back then, it had no name
Just women expected
To let men be dominant

As with first wave feminism
Coming out of anti-slavery, union struggles
Our skills in other movements
Turned to our consciousness raising 

In  London 1970
We explored, shared together
How we’d been tracked, trapped in roles
That so limited our potential

Women’s Liberation movement grew
As we understood, made demands 
Equal pay, jobs, education, self-defined sexuality
Free contraception, abortion, childcare,
Freedom from violence, male dominance

Women’s history was deeply buried
We thought expressing for first time
So empowering, our rediscoveries, still continuing
Connecting with earlier voices, achievements

Achievements, struggles, worldwide
Sharing solidarity across diverse cultures
UN supports, accelerate action 
Together, forge gender equality

Marrying gentle, kind, aware Bob
Both wanting to live change to fairer gender roles
Sharing housework, cooking, childcare, our love
Raising son to see, be beautiful ‘new man’

Of course, not always easy nor perfect
But moving in wholesome direction
Where people of all genders cooperate
Can more freely, positively be themselves

Experimenting, creating new models
Touching my own vulnerability
As we venture forth in fresh ways
To live in justice, harmony together

Giving birth and mother dying
Had huge effects on me
Deepening, softening, opening heart
Into dimensions, long forgotten

Practising mindful meditation
Came to see, embrace my suffering
Grandma Ester’s suffering there, too
Holding with understanding and love

Love’s power to slowly transform
Our anger, hurt to compassion
Compassion for me, Grandma
Compassion for all affected

Beyond reacting to patriarchy
Either with anger or fear
Still caught in grasp of its power
Instead, freedom of clearer seeing, living 

Roses of kindness
Arts, beauty, caring
Being in tune with that energy
Sacred path to walk

Walking on Mother Earth
Her healing resonating into us
When we connect with nature’s wonders
Support each other, all species

Teaching Women’s Studies
Helping women who blamed themselves
See cards stacked against them
By capitalist greed, racism, patriarchy

Equal pay, rights for  women 
Still fighting for today
As daughter-in-law’s victory showed
Glass ceilings still need smashing

Women still earn less than men
In UK, US, worldwide
Most mothers double shift
Back home work continues

Women of Colour
Doubly discriminated
Paving paths for justice
We stand together in solidarity

Granddaughters teach me
More about LGBT + issues
Diversity of sex and gender
Feminism expands with new generations

Our solidarity sustains us
Women and all supporters
Beyond bullies projecting hate
Our love will see us through

Women’s equality can
Help people of all genders
Be beautiful as themselves
To contribute, be supported

Still a long way to go
And we see setbacks
Yet I’ve seen much progress
So know that it’s possible

Old and strong, she goes on 
You can’t kill the spirit
She’s like a mountain
Greenham Common women sang

Grandma died when I was so young
Never could tell me about her activism
Only remember her hand on lace curtain
As we left from our last visit

Did she think, maybe this little maidel 
Will make a difference for women
I try grandma, I try
So do my grandchildren

Joy Magezis, 8 March 2025

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