She Rises
She Rises for Every Girl Silenced by Shame
She’s not just rising for herself.
She rises for every girl who was told to stay quiet.
Every woman whose tears were ignored.
Every soul punished for simply speaking truth.
They called her names, but she wears them like armour.
They threw shame at her, but she turned it into fuel.
They tried to bury her, but didn’t know—she was sacred soil.
And now she walks with fire in her bones.
She rises for the girl in the back of the room,
Eyes swollen, heart shattered—
Whose voice was stolen by fear.
She rises for the woman who swallowed her scream
Just to survive another day in a world that never asked if she was okay.
She rises for the silence she used to drown in.
Because shame is not hers to carry.
The burden of their lies? Not hers to hold.
She breaks the generational curse that taught women
To suffer in silence, to shrink in sorrow, to apologise for their own light.
She is the reversal.
The reckoning.
The return of the sacred feminine—unapologetic and untamed.
When she speaks,
The heavens lean in.
The earth listens.
The daughters of pain find permission to breathe again.
And when she walks,
She doesn’t walk alone.
She carries every silenced soul with her.
This isn’t just a comeback.
It’s a calling.
She was never just one woman.
She was the storm.
The prayer.
The promise.
And now, she rises.