In the quiet whispers of the night, I stand tall,
For my rights echo in the silence, proud and bold.
The shadows of oppression may try to fall,
But my spirit remains, unbroken, uncontrolled.

I have the right to speak, to be heard,
To express the truths within my soul.
No chains can bind my every word,
For liberty is my ultimate goal.

With every step, I claim my space,
In a world that seeks to define my worth.
My rights are not for others to erase,
They are the essence of my birth.

So, let the winds of change blow strong,
As I march forward with unwavering might.
My rights, my voice, where I belong,
In the endless pursuit of justice and light.