They said the halls were not for her,
Too loud, too young, too proud, too sure.
But still she stood; unflinching, clear,
The storm they feared had found its year.
She fights for those the world forgets,
Where justice shrinks and power bets.
Her words cut through the marble lies,
A torch reflected in brown eyes.
For women told to sit and fade,
She built her truth and disobeyed.
Each bill, each stand, each righteous flame,
She signs in hope and carves her name.
For workers robbed, for mothers worn,
For every voice that feels forlorn,
She turns the tables, practised ease,
And dares the mighty to their knees.
So when they mock, when cowards sneer,
She answers fear with something sheer:
A faith in us, in what could be,
In love, in change, in dignity.
May 2028 come fast,
May democracy then last.
For if she runs, the world will see,
What justice looks like, finally.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
They said the halls were not for her,
Too loud, too young, too proud, too sure.
But still she stood; unflinching, clear,
The storm they feared had found its year.
She fights for those the world forgets,
Where justice shrinks and power bets.
Her words cut through the marble lies,
A torch reflected in brown eyes.
For women told to sit and fade,
She built her truth and disobeyed.
Each bill, each stand, each righteous flame,
She signs in hope and carves her name.
For workers robbed, for mothers worn,
For every voice that feels forlorn,
She turns the tables, practised ease,
And dares the mighty to their knees.
So when they mock, when cowards sneer,
She answers fear with something sheer:
A faith in us, in what could be,
In love, in change, in dignity.
May 2028 come fast,
May democracy then last.
For if she runs, the world will see,
What justice looks like, finally.
I admire her strength. Her power. Her pride. Her ambitions.
Her absolute refusal to give up. To SHUT up.
Way to go, girl!
I'll cheer from afar!