Was your intention to make sure others saw me as evil, or to just full-on dehumanize me and rob me of being recognized as a living being?
Not appreciated.
Not seen.
Hated.
Rejected.
Less than human.
Othered.
UnNamed.
Don’t acknowledge her in public.
She’s nobody.
And don’t enjoy your time with her.
You’re not allowed to like her.
If you do, you are not loyal.
We are better than her, and let her know it!
Let her know she is beneath us!
Focus on her faults
until you become too busy
to question authority….
You said I was weird,
but perhaps I’m just unique, rare,
and one of a kind.
You said I was an embarrassment,
but on the contrary,
I’m just not afraid to be unmistakably me.
You said I was harmful
when I was just protecting myself
from your harm.
And as the story goes,
this is a tale as old as time:
the character you created wasn’t real.
Throughout all your tall tales,
I was living my fairytale.
From the beginning of my story to the very end,
I am surrounded by love.
Your detestation hurt
but didn’t make me cruel.
I remained soft.
You performed enough brutality
for the both of us,
allowing me to stay in my femininity.
Keep looking in your magic mirror.
The moral of the story
is in the reflection you see.
