In shadows cast by ancient norms,
A silent cry, a muted storm.
The weight of bias, heavy and cold,
On shoulders strong, stories untold.

She stands, a beacon, fierce and bright,
Against the tide, she fights the night.
Her voice a song, her heart a flame,
In every word, she stakes her claim.

Bound no more by chains unseen,
She rises tall, she stands serene.
A warrior, a queen, in her own right,
Defying darkness, embracing light.

Together we march, hand in hand,
Across the seas, across the land.
For every voice, for every dream,
We shatter silence, we reign supreme.