she learned not to speak up, or shout out
so they drowned her voice out with their roar
but she has been doing some learning of her own since then
about women who fell from the sky, now wear their scars like wings
women who dare to stand in the flames, becoming one with their rage
women who spit fire at dawn, and howl at dusk
and women who dare to be seen, and be heard
women who have proudly reclaimed their wild.
these are the women she embodies today
you can hear her roar with the best of them now
her voice can no longer be ignored.