In the shadows of whispers and silenced cries,
Lies the pain unseen, the truth disguised.
A world where voices are lost in the wind,
And dreams are crushed before they begin.

Her steps are light, her heart a cage,
In a realm where bias writes the page.
She fights the current, against the tide,
A silent warrior in the war of pride.

Through glass ceilings and iron bars,
She reaches for the distant stars.
Her spirit unbroken, her will unbent,
In the face of scorn, she stands resilient.

Yet the chains are there, though unseen,
Binding her dreams, shattering the serene.
But hope flickers like a distant flame,
That one day, the world will know her name.