The fight for girls’ rights needs me because I am 

Stuck between hyphens of Palestinian-American 

And my soul was shaped in the form of olive branches 

Carried by doves 

The fight for girls’ rights needs me because I am 

Born woman  

Strong and fearless 

But born crying  

The fight for girls’ rights needs me because I am 

A warrior born of war-torn lands and  

Woman led homes  

Both with armors made of raised fists and fired up lungs