The little girl who screamed at the stars

The Battles that We Cry

There is this burning rage inside of me

That is longing to be set free

To burn down every injustice in its path

As a warning to all who sees its aftermath

I want to watch it grow and feed

Moving faster and faster ever gaining speed

I want it to watch people succeed

while punishing others misdeed

I want it to burn down the brutality

and shatter that false sense of normality

As it grows and becomes bountiful

I want you to hold my rage accountable

For I am your sister, never your victor