🕯 protection spell no. 004: the bitch defense

🕯 protection spell no. 004
(for when being unlikable is the only thing keeping you alive)

you think i’m a bitch?
good.
that means the spell is working.

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i was forged in warning signs.
raised on threat assessments.
trained in pattern recognition.
i speak with fire
because no one heard me when i whispered.

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🧿 may every “too much” bounce off me like armor.
🧿 may your judgments wither at the altar of my integrity.
🧿 may every title you curse me with protect the girl behind me.
🧿 may your cowardice stay allergic to my presence.
🧿 may you flinch before you speak my name.

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i don’t protect your feelings.
i protect what’s sacred.
and sometimes that means screaming.

🕯 this isn’t rage.
🕯 this is ritual.
🕯 this is reclamation of a voice you tried to extinguish.

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you called me a bitch
for building a fortress
where no one gets brutalized on my watch.

so yes.
i’m a bitch.
a boundary.
a blade.

and i’ll cut this shit every time.

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🧿 may every woman who’s ever been silenced
feel the tremor in my voice
and remember her own.

🧿 may this spell cast a ring of salt around every soft thing i love.
🧿 may your comfort never outrank my clarity.
🧿 may your opinion die at the gate.

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this mouth?
this tone?
this fire?
not for you.

it’s for the girls you’ve never protected.

and it’s not going anywhere.
🖤🕯🧿