Unbound

I fell from hands that named me wrong,
and rose through ash to write my song.

My bloodline spoke in silent chains —
I broke them soft, through sacred pain.

I held my breath where temples bled,
and stitched my worth in threads unsaid.

I was the storm they never saw —
the hush between their curse and law.

I carved my altar from their shame,
and dared to dance without a name.