In the quiet dawn, where dreams still whisper,
A woman’s voice rises, clear and tender.
She holds her future, a canvas unpainted,
With choices vast, her destiny untainted.

The world may judge, with eyes of stone,
Yet in her heart, she stands alone.
For within her lies the power to decide,
A sacred right, no longer denied.

Through storm and shadow, through joy and sorrow,
She shapes her path, each new tomorrow.
With courage fierce, and spirit bright,
She claims her choice, her guiding light.

So let her voice be heard, her choice respected,
For in her freedom, we are all connected.
A tapestry of lives, diverse and vast,
Where every choice creates a future, cast.