Some words arrive like a spark—small, bright, insistent. This stanza came to me that way: fierce, clear, and unafraid. It’s a tribute to every woman who refuses to dim, disappear, or become invisible again. A reminder of the truth we carry in our bones.
This uppity woman isn’t arrogant—she’s awake.
She carries her light openly and refuses to dim.
She stands proud, shoulder to shoulder with every woman who carved a path before her.
She knows humility is holy, her work is sacred, and invisibility is a lie she’ll never wear again.
Here’s to the women who rise—loudly, quietly, fiercely, tenderly—in their own unwavering light.