The Soul Vow of a Warrior Woman
I vow today—
before heaven and earth, before angels and ancestors,
Before the scars on my skin and the fire in my chest—
I will not be silenced.
I am a woman of light.
I am a mother of truth.
I am the echo of prayers my grandmother once whispered under the stars.
I carry generations of pain—and I transmute it into purpose.
They tried to bury me, but I was a seed.
They tried to shame me, but I turned it into sacred strength.
They tried to define me with slander, but I wrote my own name in gold.
I vow to rise. Every. Single. Time.
I will speak even if my voice shakes.
I will walk forward even if my knees bleed.
I will protect my children, my heart, my story—because they are divine.
I do not seek revenge—I choose divine justice.
I do not carry hate—I carry holy fire.
I do not wait to be rescued—I resurrect myself daily.
Let them call me what they want.
I know who I am.
I am chosen.
I am covered.
I am crowned—not by the world, but by the One who created me from light and breath.
And so today, I rise.
Not as a victim. Not as a survivor.
But as a warrior woman of destiny.
This is my soul vow.
Let the heavens record it.