*Unyielding*
They try to bind what can’t be bound,
To quiet voices, keep them down.
But freedom’s breath is fierce and strong,
A pulse that beats where we belong.
They take our choices piece by piece,
And call it order, call it peace.
But peace was never found in chains,
In dreams erased, in silent pain.
They close the doors that once were wide,
Yet still, we push back from inside.
For rights are more than laws they write—
They’re flames that burn through darkest night.
In every voice, a story lives,
Of strength, of struggle, hearts that give.
And though they try to still that song,
It rises, fierce—it won’t be gone.
For rights may bend, but they don’t break.
From every wound, a voice will wake.
And in the end, no hand can keep
What women fight for, fierce and deep.