Make a woman understand
in the land of what and why
how she played the game with
dignity, her head held high.
They called her a mathematical fairy
a beauty and a wife,
her friends were male and genius
who all enhanced her life.
Despite the scandal of being
thought of as an equal with
Dickens and Faraday;
and Charles Babbage’s grand plans
of building an Analytical engine
which she understood and wrote in ink
of how she could make it think.
How and why. How and why still,
in a land ruled by a Queen which
in her name was an entire age:
woman hating then and now
men in fits, in rage
struggle with snarls and spittle flying
all of them denying
a woman could have been a thinker,
a maker,
like them.
This poem is about Lady Ada Lovelace, the first person to design a computer program (for Charles Babbage’s unbuilt Analytical Engine).
Men to this day find reasons to denigrate her and deny her achievements.