🕯️ protection spell no. 008: may i never become a soft bitch ✨

(aka: keep me safe from becoming a bylaw barbie with nothing to say)

protect me from the rot.
from the mid-ass legal career
wrapped in prestige and integrity

protect me from legacy inertia.
from dad-paid bar prep, curated internships, trust fund trauma,
and vague ambition in business casual.

may i never become
that one dead-eyed law school peer
who’s just there.
no cause.
no fire.
no plot.

just vibes and an overpriced degree.

✶ may i never say “i just wanna work at a firm”
when i don’t even know what the firm does.
✶ may i never bill $325/hour
to threaten a single mom over a windchime.
✶ may i never cite “Section 4.3(a)” of the bylaws
like it’s scripture
when i can’t spell civil rights.

may i never sell out my power
to enforce nothing.
may i never trade in my rage
for an email signature and a latte.

and if i do?
if i ever get too comfortable,
too soft,
too "just doing whatever"
with all this education?

slap the blazer off my back.
strip the esq. from my name.
remind me who the fuck i am.

because bitch.
i didn’t crawl through hell
to gatekeep trash bins.
i’m not out here surviving on spite and student loans
to end up writing cease-and-desists about decorative mulch.

i came to throw flames.
to dismantle ICE.
to sue institutions.
to get banned from brunch for saying too much in court.

this spell is for the ones
who earned it the hard way.
this spell is a firewall against soft bitch syndrome.
and i swear on my debt,
on my trauma,
on every unpaid invoice i’ve forgiven—

🖤 it will never be me.

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