Girl of Light” (Spoken Word Style)
They called her “refugee”—
Like that was all she’d ever be.
But she called herself inventor,
Solar queen, dream defender.
She ain’t wait for saviors,
She made her own light.
Thread and wire,
Turning blackouts into bright.
One girl,
Twelve bags,
A ripple in the night.
Now Nakivale got stars
That don’t wait for the sky.
