Mind

the woman becoming is bold and sure,
carved from fire, shaped to endure.
she does not ask for permission to rise
she was born to take up space, to claim her skies.

her voice does not tremble,
it commands, it echoes, it sings.

she holds her scars like medals,
proof that she has survived everything.

she does not shrink to be more liked,
she expands to be more her.

her joy is not a whisper
it is a dance, a laugh, a purr.

her challenges made her wiser,
her pain, a sharpened light.
every stumble only taught her
how to hold herself upright.

the world may try to tame her,
quiet her, mold her to fit
but she will always be louder than fear,
and braver than every “sit.”

she believes in her magic,
her rhythm, her soul,
she is not here to break
she is here to become whole.

not flawless,
but fearless.
not perfect,
but powerful.

this is the woman rising.
this is the woman becoming.
this is the woman who knows
she’s already won.