I walk into rooms like the universe sent me As a punishment for hearts that mistake silence for weakness The air grows heavy before I even speak Old ghosts straighten their backs when they hear my feet I am made from intuition carved from ancient flame The daughters of the moon still whisper my name I can taste the pain in the sky long before the clouds open up I know every storm before the heavens erupt I do not chase approval I do not kneel for crowns I was born where wild women Could never be burned Don't mistake my kindness For surrender Don't mistake my softness For safe When the veil grows thin You'll remember my name I don't pretend to be a quiet storm My soul is intense Raging Passionate Dramatic It is not a soft whisper... It screams like a banshee I rise with the darkness I call to the night The ancestors answer The fire ignites I don't hide my power I wear it freely... I scream like a banshee I love hard But I will disregard you even harder I have buried enough versions of myself To know exactly when to walk away Beauty is only skin deep But attitude is down to the bone My spirit doesn't ask permission It was never built to belong My blood remembers Forests, bonfires Sacred circles, ancient songs sung beneath black skies Every scar became a rune Every wound became a doorway Every ending became another spell Written across my soul If my presence unsettles you Look inward - not at me The mirror rarely lies But truth always echoes I don't pretend to be a quiet storm My soul is intense Raging Passionate Dramatic It is not a soft whisper... It screams like a banshee I rise with the darkness I call to the night The ancestors answer The fire ignites I don't hide my power I wear it freely... I scream like a banshee Hear me across the mountain Hear me across the sea I am every woman Who refused to disappear I am the darkness before the dawn The raven above the battlefield The wolf beneath the full moon The flame that cannot be killed I carry no shame Only remembrance No chains Only choice My voice was never meant To comfort the world It was meant To wake it I don't pretend to be a quiet storm My soul is intense Raging Passionate Dramatic It is not a soft whisper... It screams like a banshee I am the omen The wildfire The daughter of the old ways Born from moonlight Forged in thunder Unapologetically free I scream... Like a banshee Let them call me too much Let them call me too wild The women before me Are smiling Because they know... Some souls Were never meant To whisper
