In her eyes, I see a captive soul, A woman locked away, hidden, untold. Bars of steel confine her spirit bright, But her fight against injustice still ignites.
Behind the cold, unfeeling cell, Lies a tale of strength and resilience to tell. She may be bound, but her thoughts soar free, A beacon of hope for those who can see.
Her voice, muffled by the prison walls, Echoes of pain, of anger, of calls For justice, for freedom, for a better life, For an end to her suffering, her endless strife.
She is a mother, a sister, a friend, A woman whose rights they try to rend. But within her, a fire burns deep, For she knows her worth, her soul they cannot keep.
With every passing day, her resolve grows, Her determination building, her spirit shows. She refuses to be silenced, to be beaten down, She’ll rise from the ashes, a queen with no crown.
Her dreams may be held within this cell, But her spirit soars high, like a magic spell. For she knows that she’s more than a prisoner, She’s a symbol of strength, a fierce warrior.
So as we glimpse into her world unseen, Let us stand beside her, let our hearts convene. For the woman behind the cell is not alone, We will fight for her freedom until it is shown.
