They whisper. They glare. They scheme. They claim to sit at the cool table - and on Wednesday they wear pink. You, however, make the choice not to sit at their table. You stand. Unshaken. Unbothered. Unbreakable.
They fear the power in your presence, the light you refuse to dim. You’ve battled their shade time and time again, but backing down? Never been an option.
Wear the armor. Walk the path. Stay loud. Because the ones threatened by your greatness will never define you. You were built to rise.
