She walks in truth, no mask to wear,

A quiet flame, bold in the air.

No need to bend, no need to hide, She’s not the storm–she is the tide.

They whisper doubt, they cast their shade,

But light like hers won’t ever fade.

Fore every “can’t” that’s thrown her way,

She rises stronger–day by day.

She doesn’t ask the world for grace,

She finds it in her sacred space.

And when they scoff or roll their eyes,

She meets them with a soul that flies.

For she has learned the greatest key–

The only voice that sets her free,

Is not from crowds or worldly praise,

But from within–that inner blaze.

She let them talk, and let them stare,

She knows her worth, she knows what’s rare.

A life of truth, a fearless song,

Unshaken, whole, where she belongs.