Music: Nishi Garg
She been fightin' since the cradle, life heavy on her back
World told her "sit pretty," but she learned to counterattack
Mama's hands rough, workin' double for the rent
Dreams scribbled in a notebook, every dollar already spent
They say "you too strong," then they say "you too weak"
They silence her truth, but her soul still speaks
Glass ceilings crack when she walks through the room
Her scars play a melody, survival is the tune
She got judged by her body, dismissed by her name
But she turned all that pain to the fuel for her flame
Every "no" that she heard made her sharper, made her wise
Now she's holdin' up the mirror, world can't dodge her eyes
She raised kids on her own, with no help, no praise
Still she standin' like a mountain in the hardest of days
Every tear that she shed watered roots underground
Now her flowers break the concrete, and her power's profound
From the fields to the boardroom, she been grindin' the same
Still they try to write her story with somebody else's name
But she's the author of her fire, the queen of her lane
Her history is written in the rhythm of her pain
Now the crown's on her head though they tried to tear it down
She built castles from her ashes, wears her strength like a gown
Every woman in the struggle, let your anthem be defined
You ain't broken, you're unshaken—your crown still shines