In the shadow of silence, I rise,
Where words once whispered, now boldly declare,
My rights, my voice, an unyielding prize,
Injustice trembles beneath my fierce glare.

June’s spirit guides through the darkest night,
Her words a beacon, a flame burning bright,
I claim my space, refuse to hide,
For in her strength, I find my guide.

These rights are mine, not given to borrow,
Carved in the stone of struggle and sorrow,
With each step forward, I echo her song,
In unity and courage, where we belong.

So let the world hear the anthem of me,
A symphony of power, wild and free,
Inspired by June, her legacy unfolds,
In every heart, her story retold.