You tried to silence what I knew,
To bury light, to twist what’s true.
But I won’t flinch, and I won’t cower—
Because my truth is still my power.

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You thought that shame would hold me down,
That fear would make me lose my crown.
But every tear, each aching hour,
Has bloomed into a quiet power.

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You did your worst, you crossed the line,
Left damage carved in skin and spine.
But even through what I’ve endured—
My soul stayed whole. My heart stayed pure.

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I speak the truth you thought I’d hide,
No longer shrinking deep inside.
I’ve found my voice, and it is mine—
Not soft, but strong. Not dimmed—divine.

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I carry pain, but not your blame,
I walk through fire and speak my name.
No longer small, no longer sour—
My truth, at last, is now my power.

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They don’t have to believe me—
I carry the truth, and I wear it like armor.