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By Daily Sunrise – Poetry Desk – A Poem by Tori V from Wonder Poetry 2nd Edition
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She Moves Like Prophecy: Women Who Run With More Than Speed

Across tracks, courts, fields, and streets, women are running, not just for medals, but for meaning. Their movement is not simply athletic; it’s ancestral. It’s poetic. It’s political. And it’s personal.
This is not just about speed. It’s about what they carry while they move. From Allyson Felix’s graceful rebellion, to Caster Semenya’s contested stride. From the barefoot runners of Ethiopia to the street sprinters of Rio, women are running with stories stitched into their soles. Each movement is a metaphor. Each woman is a verse.
To watch a woman run is to witness poetry in motion. To understand her movement is to read between the strides. She is not just fast. She is felt. And she is not done moving.

She runs.
Not just to win.
She runs to be.
To breathe.
To break the silence between heartbeats.

This is not just a race.
It’s a rhythm.
A ritual.
A rebellion.

She runs for the love of it-
the pulse, the push, the poetry.
She runs for the living-
the paycheck, the platform, the proof.
She runs for the legacy-
the girls watching, the ghosts cheering,
the gods nodding in approval.

She carries assets:
hips that hold history,
chests that cradle storms,
thighs that thunder like ancestral drums.

And still-
she lifts.
She launches.
She levitates.

You call it sprint.
She calls it spellwork.

She is feather and force.
Paper and power.
Mystery in motion,
moving like she’s made of moonlight
and muscle memory.

She outruns the sun
with the moon strapped to her back.
She bends gravity
like it owes her something.

You see curves.
She sees contours of conquest.
You see softness.
She sees speed sculpted by struggle.

She is the relay and the revolution.
The baton and the blaze.
She doesn’t just pass the torch-
she is the torch.

Built?
Yes.
But not just built to be seen.
Built to defy.
Built to fly.
Built to make you rethink
what a body can carry
and still move like prophecy.

She moves-
not just to arrive,
but to awaken.
Not just to win,
but to witness.
Not just to be fast,
but to be felt.
She moves like prophecy-
and every step
is a story
still unfolding.

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