i will be acting accordingly

This is the year I will catch a charge, a bullet to the brain, or have an orgy in a concentration camp.

I’m going to earn it whatever it ends up being.

I crawled through shards of my own trauma to become this spiteful.

I have fought too many battles to be silenced so easily.

I once set the table and cooked dinner for a man that hit me with a chair while I apologized for getting blood on the chair.

I earned this unshaken voice.

I used to be terrified to exist.

Now it’s fun to amp people up.

I protest so god damn loudly because there are still women without a voice.

I will die with anger in my eyes, blood in my mouth, and spite on my tongue.

I have seen my worst days which gives me the privilege of no fear.

I am ok with being one of the million no-named people that lost their life for this world to be better in the history books.

I will not die by the hands of a man, but defending human rights is good enough for me.

This year I will catch a charge, a bullet to the brain, or have an orgy in a concentration camp.

I’ll have fucking earned it.

Because at least I was on the right side of this story.