In the quiet, sacred spaces of her mind,
She weaves a tapestry of dreams and fears,
Each choice a thread, each decision kind,
In the loom of life, her voice adheres.

Beneath the weight of judgment’s heavy hand,
She stands tall, defiant, fierce and free,
A warrior in a world that misunderstands,
Her right to choose her own destiny.

The echoes of her heartbeat, strong and pure,
Resonate through valleys of despair,
For in her soul, she knows the cure,
Lies in the power she’s destined to bear.

So let her choose, without the scornful eyes,
With grace and strength, she’ll forge her way,
For in her choices, her spirit flies,
In her freedom, she finds a brighter day.