Christina

correct me if I am wrong
but you seem to see me
as something small and worthless
that can be broken like an egg or a promise

look again
look closely
and you might just see something
more terrifying than witchcraft: a woman

who knows her rights
believes in justice
holds on to her power
a woman who can not be silenced or frightened

yes you have broken every bone in
my body yes you have taken
a year of my life in which you have tortured and harmed
me every single day and often at night

and since you could not murder me
you have murdered
my baby and still
I have not confessed

to being a witch
and I never will
I am not a witch
I am not

a witch but do you know what I am?
what you have made me?
I am the woman who will
bring this whole foul system crumbling down

I do not care what it takes
or how long
your violence has taught me that time
is near-insignificant

I will not sleep I will not rest
until you are taken to court
as the thugs and thieves that you are
for taking away my inviolate rights
my strength will come from the knowledge that
I am not doing it for myself
but for every last innocent yet-unborn child and their mother
who have no voice but mine

you may have noticed that my influence
which scares you so much
has remained untouched
by your instruments of torture

that my pain has been forged
into knife blades
you may have seen it in my eyes
you may have noticed that

the human will
is a power beyond witchcraft
and that mine is eerily, disturbingly strong
correct me if I’m wrong