You blazed like fire, fierce and bright,
An Olympian, a warrior, owning the light.
But behind closed doors, a different fight,
Where love turned to power, and power to fright.
Medals gleam, yet shadows fall,
The world adores, yet never calls
To ask the truth behind your eyes—
How many dreams did silence disguise?
How many times did strength alone
Keep you standing, bones and stone?
How many nights did fear invade,
And pride was a price you quietly paid?
To the sisters lost, who’ll never speak,
Who fell to fists or words that reek
Of love twisted into chains,
A quiet suffering that still remains.
For every name the world forgets,
For promises broken, unkept debts—
We shout your story, unashamed,
A cry for justice, raw and untamed.
To end the cycle, we rage, we rise,
No more silent, veiled goodbyes.
For a world where strength is free, not bound,
And every woman stands safe, unbowed
