My Body My Choice

My Body, My Choice

Born of clay, by gods’ decree,

Diana rose with fierce desire.

A warrior’s heart, a healer’s hand,

She fights for justice across the land.

Her lasso glows with truth untold,

Her bracelets strong, deflecting bold.

A symbol of strength, she stands tall,

For every woman who fights for all.

"My body, my choice," her anthem rings,

Against oppression and cruel strings.

She stands for women, for their voice,

Declaring loudly: "It’s our choice."

The clay that formed her wasn’t just stone—

It was the power of women alone.

No chains can bind what’s forged in fire,

No laws suppress this fierce desire.

She stands for all who dare to say:

"Our bodies are ours—we’ll lead the way."

By her side, a torch shines bright,

Lady Liberty, guiding through the night.

Her flame ignites the path ahead,

Where dreams are born and fears are shed.

Together they march through winds that roar,

Breaking barriers that came before.

Their voices rise like a battle cry,

For every woman who dares to try.

From Themyscira to New York Bay,

Their footsteps echo and light the way.

The lasso of truth and the torch’s glow—

Symbols of strength all women know.

With hearts united, they pave the road,

To a future where equality abounds.

Their courage inspires, their love ignites,

A beacon of hope in darkest nights.

So rise with them and take your stand,

For every woman across this land.

"My body, my choice," we’ll always say—

With Wonder Woman and Liberty lighting the way.