Ten boroughs. One sisterhood.
- Greater Manchester For Women 2028
- 15 minutes ago
- 2 min read
A poem by Carol Ann Whitehead FRSA CMgr CCMI, Co-Participation Lead, GM4Women2028
They counted every score,
they measured every mile,
they told us, "Wait your turn",
we answered with a smile.
For every door left closing,
for every dream denied,
we built another pathway,
and yes, still we rise.
Not one voice in the darkness,
but many, strong and clear,
a sisterhood of courage
that quiets every fear.
When one heart starts to falter,
ten more stand at her side.
We do not walk as strangers.
That’s right, together, we rise.
Our stories are our power,
our survival is our song,
for every storm we've weathered
has taught us to be strong.
The scars are not our weakness,
they are where hope resides.
They prove that hope keeps living,
That’s right, and still we rise.
The scorecard tells a story,
but not the whole refrain.
It cannot count compassion,
or measure hope through pain.
It cannot chart the fire
that burns so deep inside,
the passion for a future
where every voice decides.
In places where decisions
will shape tomorrow's skies,
we're not there seeking permission.
We're there because we're wise.
To question, to listen,
to challenge what has been.
To spark the change tomorrow
will carry on the wind.
A catalyst of courage,
a promise amplified.
Each woman lifts another.
Yes that’s right, and still we rise.
From Bolton's strength to Bury's heart,
through Manchester's bold stride,
from Oldham's hills to Rochdale's hope,
our stories intertwine.
In Stockport, standing tall,
where dreams refuse to hide,
through Tameside, Trafford, Salford's pride,
and Wigan's steadfast tide.
Across all ten we stand as one,
no boundary can divide.
A Greater Manchester sisterhood.
That’s right, And still we rise.
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