They move through life with quiet might,
No need to dim their inner light,
No borrowed guilt, no hidden face,
They have carved their path, they hold their place!

The world once tried to draw the line,
To box their truth, to redefine,
But they broke through, refused to stay,
Where silence asks the soul to pay!

Each flaw they wear with honest pride,
No need to run, no need to hide,
The past is stitched into their skin,
Not marks of loss, but proof they win!

They speak with fire, dream out loud,
They stand alone or in a crowd,
Unshaken by the judgement gaze,
They have learned to set their heart ablaze!

No shame in joy, no shame in pain,
No need to fold beneath the strain,
They are their own, both wild and wise,
A storm, a breath, an open sky!

So, let them live without a chain,
No weight of fear, no cloak of blame,
They have earned the right to just be them,
They live their truth, unashamed and whole again!