angry birds
in a world where whispers turn to roars,
where shadows cast by ancient lore,
women rise; their spirits soar,
breaking chains forevermore.
from the depths of silence, voices bloom,
in colours bright, dispelling gloom.
a tapestry of strength and doom,
crafted in a vibrant room.
fierce birds with wings spread wide,
shattering chains that once denied.
in vibrant art, their whispers hide—
silent truths they cannot bide.
they sing of battles fought and won,
of innocence stolen beneath the sun.
in every stroke, a tale begun—
of trauma faced and strength spun.
for every girl who's felt the sting
of labels that the world might bring,
these birds of anger take to wing;
a song of hope they boldly sing.
so gaze upon this vivid flight—
in hues of dark and beams of light.
in my creations, find your might,
and join the chorus for what's right.