In the city's hum, where streets align, Stands Assata, in her prime, A single force, a radiant glow, In her thirties, where dreams flow. With colleagues bustling through the day, Her laughter cuts through clouds of gray, A beacon in the work's swift tide, Strength and grace walk by her side. She wears her freedom like a crown, Silent strength, in stories bound, In the heart's quiet embrace, she finds Her journey, woven in her own designs. A world not fashioned from waiting hands, But built on dreams and shifting sands, Assata—unrivaled, her story told, A life of courage, fierce and bold.