You are now 18, standing on the precipice, trembling before your own greatness. who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don’t see the part of you that smolders. Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn. This is your call to leap. There will always being those You are the first drop of a
don’t need to grow up to find greatness. ― Clementine Von Radics
Today, my name fits comfortably in my own mouth.
No metaphors needed. I am the brightest thing in
every room. I am both the prince and the princess.
I slay the dragon while wearing pink. I am the
goddess. There is no shame in the blood between
my legs. Leave rain water and lotus flowers at my
altar. Watch as I rise from the lake, demand the
blood of men as a sacrifice. A woman’s mythology
is riddled with stories of her own throat being
slashed, her heart on a silver platter. Today, I
am asking for gold. I am sparing myself. I am
the one left standing at the end of this story,
dagger still in hand. I am the lioness. The
combination of women’s past – Medusa,
Joan of Arc, Hecate, witches burned at the
stake. I’ve got their blood in my veins. I
know how to start a riot. My voice is only
heard when it’s a battle cry. The revolution
was birthed from my womb. Eve was
abandoned for choosing to see the
world, and I’m continuing the legacy.
ends: a group of important figures from various periods of the Earth’s timeline whose traumas from the events of their historieshas twisted them, turning them into hateful, destructive entities whose very humanity can be questioned.