MOTG supporter Moira Garland wrote this poem in honour of Wollstonecraft, for more of her work check out Pale Fire: New Writings on the Moon from The Frogmore Press
You can easily discover all the facts
drunken father, rat Gilbert Imlay,
his baby, the Sweden trip to distract
me, chasing silver gone astray.
Though Paine was right, my Rights
included women too ― equality.
Girls’ lives and schooling in my sights.
Two centuries past – have you forgotten me?
Will you carve my flesh and name in stone?
Yield gold for girls from seed I’ve sown?
Power over yourselves― where there’s a will
there’s a way to go until
the words you take are my demands,
your strength, your inheritance.