Your words

Your words,

Are burned here.

No matter how I try to scrub them from my brain,

They remain, reminding me people like you exist.

I know I'll likely remember them for the rest of my life,

Maybe not the words themselves,

But the way they made me feel,

The fire they fuelled.

Powerless and filled with regret.

The regret of not standing up for my entire gender.

The regret of not fighting for what I believe in,

The moment it mattered most.

I abhor that your words will do that.

Summon the memory like a spell when the magic word is uttered.

"Misogyny."

And there they will be.

The words and the fire they fuelled.

Next time,

I wont be quiet.

I owe that much to myself.

Isn't that what my dreams are trying to tell me?

To smash the glasses,

To flip the tables,

To trash the kitchens.

I flourish in powerful negative moodlets,

Like a flower that blooms in the darkness.

My creations are precious phoenixes risen from the ashes.

May I forever be enraged.

For I know not how else to create.

-Kaitlyn-

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