In the quiet dawn of freedom’s light,
She stands with the world in her hands,
A choice that whispers in the night,
Her life, her voice, she understands.

The path she walks is hers alone,
Each step a testament of strength,
For in her heart, the seeds are sown,
To choose her fate, to find her length.

Society may cast its gaze,
With judgments harsh and voices loud,
But she remains, through all the haze,
A beacon bright, forever proud.

Her body, her choice, a sacred right,
In every breath, her spirit soars,
For in her journey, day or night,
She writes her story, opens doors.