Beyond their Shadows: A resilient flame

In a world where shadows loom, 

I walk through halls that feel like tombs, 

With every glance, a silent shout, 

They see my skin, my gender, doubt. 

They’ve cast their judgments, sharp and swift, 

In their eyes, I’m just a rift, 

A label pinned, a story told, 

Yet fail to see the heart of gold. 

I’ve toiled through nights, my spirit strong, 

With dreams that echo, a fervent song, 

But in their gaze, I’m just a name, 

A fleeting face in a cruel game. 

My work, my drive, a fire inside, 

Yet they perceive me as a tide, 

A wave of difference, not a spark, 

In their indifference, I feel the dark. 

Each effort met with silent scorn, 

A battle fought, yet feeling worn, 

They miss the strength that fuels my fight, 

The brilliance hidden from their sight. 

But in this struggle, I find my voice, 

A quiet power, a steadfast choice, 

For though they judge what they can’t see, 

I’ll rise above, I’ll set me free. 

With every step, I’ll carve my path, 

Defy the odds, embrace the wrath, 

For in my heart, a fire burns bright, 

A testament to my endless fight. 

So let them whisper, let them cast, 

Their fleeting shadows, they won’t last, 

For I am more than what they see, 

A force of nature, wild and free.