WE ARE TAKING THE STAGE
They told us silence was golden
but we learned it was a cage.
Now, the locks are rusted open
and we are stepping on the stage.
No more whispers in the margins
no more shrinking to fit the room.
We speak in every shade and story
our words like seeds that bloom.
We are not echoes of one another
we are a rising storm, a lion's roar
And we will not rest until every voice
is heard, is valued
is free.
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