In a world where whispers weave through the air,
We walk with dreams, bright as the dawn’s glare.
A young girl, a spirit, unbroken, awake,
With visions of futures, we dare to mistake.

But society’s chains, they shimmer and cling,
With judgments wrapped tight, like a bird with clipped wing.
"Your clothes tell a story," they nag and belittle,
Yet in my heart, a fierce fire does whittle.
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