She stands tall, a girl of grace,
Her journey long, her spirit brave,
Her heart beats true, her soul alight,
A shining star in darkest night.
She faces hate and bigotry,
With courage, strength, and dignity,
And though the world may not accept,
Her truth remains, her spirit kept.
She lives her life with pride and joy,
Her gender true, her heart aglow,
A beacon bright for all to see,
A symbol of what love can be.
So let us celebrate her light,
And honor her with all our might,
For in her journey we can find,
A path to love, to be unblind.
Of course, I had to give specific instructions to AI to make it sound better. AI is often repetitive in poems unless properly instructed to use uncommon words.