after Game of Thrones
She walks for all of us. A lead and follow dance. Arrow-backed, and hell-fired. A drawn gun, a broke suffering and a horned-spur.
She is an emblem of ache. A hanging fire, pale but burning. Pale but smoking still. Pale and stuttering with spark. Her walk is a public machine, a gear of submission, repulsion, and the subversion of seeing. She is a heroine of hate. A thick-bloodied sinner. Warrior. Woman.
This is for all the women who love too much
shame
for all the women who love too little
shame
for all the women who have said, No
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for all the women who have given too much
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for all the women who have happily taken
shame
for all the women who know their worth
shame
for all the women who have reason
shame
for all the women who have given in
shame
for all the women who do not apologize
shame
for all the women who try
shame
for all the women who believe
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for all the women who despair
shame
for all the women who are not helpless
shame
for all the women who save themselves
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for all the women who know what they want
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for all the women who know their worth
shame
for all the women who will not compromise
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for all the women who say it isn’t enough
shame