That’s my girl, moonlight in her stride,
fire in her eyes, she’s the storm I ride.
Laughs like vinyl, cracks the night wide,
turns every broken street into a slide.
She says, “Dream bigger, baby—don’t just cope,”
then spins the world like jump-rope.
When doubts creep in, she strikes a match,
makes shadows dance, no strings attached.
That’s my girl—heart loud, flag unfurled;
whole damn future in her twirl.