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I AM A GIRL

Embracing me and my girliness

By Navnoor KaurPublished 9 months ago 3 min read

I am girl, with eyes that glisten,

A soul that’s free, a heart that listens.

Born into a world, both fierce and kind,

I carry dreams of every kind.

I am the voice that whispers loud,

A sea of grace, yet unbowed.

In every step, a story told,

A tapestry, both young and old.

I am girl, not soft, but strong,

I’ve fought my battles, righted wrongs.

I’ve danced in rain, and soared on wings,

I’ve found my peace, I’ve learned to sing.

I am the daughter of the stars,

The moonlight rests within my scars.

A thousand voices echo through,

But none will ever sound like you.

I wear my heart like armor bright,

Yet, still, I walk through darkest night.

I am more than what they see—

I am girl, I am me.

I am the fire that burns so deep,

A spirit that cannot be asleep.

I rise above, I stand and fight,

I am the dreamers’ guiding light.

I am the hope that blooms each spring,

The lullaby the robins sing.

I am the laughter in the breeze,

The wild heart that longs to seize.

I’ve been told to be quiet, calm,

To wear the world like a soothing balm,

But I am loud, and I am fierce,

My truth cannot be held or pierced.

I am the thunder before the rain,

I break the chains of silent pain.

For every tear that ever fell,

I rise again and rise so well.

I am girl, a wild creation,

Full of dreams and aspirations.

I am the storm, the calm, the sun,

A million stories just begun.

I am the one who dares to speak,

Who finds the strength when hope feels weak.

I am the hand that reaches high,

The star that dreams beyond the sky.

I am the mountain, proud and tall,

I’ve stood through every trial and fall.

I’ve learned that power lies in grace,

That every wound leaves its own trace.

I am girl, not made of glass,

Not fragile, delicate, or crass.

I am the whisper in the night,

The spark that lights the darkest fight.

I am the poet, I am the song,

The warrior, where I belong.

I carry stories in my veins,

Of victories and of the pains.

I am the one who sees the truth,

I rise above the lies of youth.

I am the journey, the road untold,

The girl who’s never bought or sold.

I am girl, with endless skies,

With wisdom hidden in my eyes.

I’ve learned to laugh, to cry, to heal,

To dream beyond what’s made of steel.

I am the thunder that’s soft and kind,

The heart that loves, the open mind.

I am the storm that clears the way,

The spark that keeps the dark at bay.

I am girl, both wild and sweet,

With dreams that cannot be beat.

I’ve felt the lows, I’ve touched the skies,

I carry hope, and I will rise.

I am the legacy of all that came,

I carry both the joy and pain.

For every girl who paved the way,

I stand today, I rise today.

I am the fire, the gentle flame,

That knows no limits, knows no name.

I am the breath, the hope, the air,

The girl who dares to simply care.

I am girl, fierce, bright, and true,

I am the story that breaks through.

I am the dreamer, the one who dares,

To lift the world, and leave my cares.

I am the legacy of the past,

I am the future, built to last.

I am girl, I am the song,

I am the right to sing along.

For every girl that’s ever cried,

For every girl who felt denied,

For every girl who’s ever known,

That she’s a force, and she’s not alone.

I am girl, with power untold,

A spirit worth more than gold.

I am the answer, the question, too,

I am girl, and I am you.

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