Every October we see a flood of pink. But for her pink just isn’t in October. For her she battles everyday. For her she rises to the battle. Pink just isn’t in October. She will rise. She will battle. For her Pink is everyday. She is a mighty warrior in Pink.
The man I was forced to marry was toxic. Of this when the fallen found no dissent. I held high the knife. The silver glint caught the fire. I took a breath. I could not live this life. The knife came down. Two days later I stood at a grave. He was dead. I knew that one day the cost would be my soul. Now my body rots in the cemetery. I stood in front of the Seraphims for judgment. I snorted at them. Lucifer looked at me; he smirked “I adore a challenge, HELL.” He gave his vote on my eternity and sealed my fate.
You will comport yourselves accordingly. You will always be prim & proper. You will obey. You will be thin. You will be perfect. Rules told to all little girls once upon a time. But we are breaking the rules! We are making the rules! For we are Woman & hear us Roar!
What does it say about the world’s ableism, when a person chooses to hide their illness? They hide it to appear normal. Lie about feeling well, when they are being pumped full of poison to combat a deadly disease. Those who can’t hide their disability, shunned & to be avoided. We need to fight ableism before it is to late. For if we don’t, we may miss out on the world’s greatest beings.
We prepared for the Harvest. If it was not successful our villiage would not survive. We worked the land. Tributes chosen. Tears running down. 1 tribute my own blood. The sacrifice for the greater good. It was the price of being a slave to the occult.
I knew the risk of libel & slander. Moving from the shadows into public eye. Lies spread far & wide. I would not back down. I would not be driven away. The world needed change. Ignoring the past. I spoke my voice. Aftet all, the world can’t change if we stay silent.