She rises –
not in silence,
but in the echoes of generations.
With every breath,
she pushes forward –
a sister of endurance,
a daughter of strength,
a mother of change.
She rises.
Through hardship’s grip and history’s chain,
she stands with pride, she bears the pain.
Her voice, once hushed beneath the weight,
now roars with power, bold and great.
They filled her heart with hollow doubt,
tried to burn her inner light out.
They chained her hands in shame and fear,
but could not silence what was clear –
the fire within, a sacred flame,
they could not touch, they could not tame.
She bore the storm, the endless night,
each wound a mark, each scar a fight.
Bruised and battered,
but still she prayed,
and in her soul, a sunrise stayed.
She rose like dawn – both slow and bright,
her truth emerging from the night.
Her strength, not given, but self-made,
From shadows cast to keep her small,
she breaks the mould, defies them all.
from tears that fell,
from love betrayed.
Now, sisters near and far, take heed –
you are the bloom, you are the seed.
There’s power born from all you’ve braved,
from every time you were not saved.
Your voice is fire,
your story, gold.
Let it be written,
let it be told.
So lift your head, stand fierce and true –
the world has waited long for you.
Walk in your truth, wear your name proud,
speak your truth clear, speak it loud.
You are the light, the spark, the flame –
and nothing will ever be the same.
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