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

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for all the women who love too little

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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

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for all the women who know their worth

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for all the women who have reason

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for all the women who have given in

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for all the women who do not apologize

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for all the women who try

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for all the women who believe

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for all the women who despair

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for all the women who are not helpless

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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

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for all the women who will not compromise

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for all the women who say it isn’t enough

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