Natural Disasters

I AM MADE OF FIRE.

[DO YOU WANT TO GET BURNT?]

I AM THE WIND THAT DESTROYS.

[AND I WON'T HESITATE TO BLOW YOU DOWN.]

I AM FILLED WITH THE ANGER OF MY SISTERS.

[WE ARE EVERY BAD DREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD.]

 

AND WHO ARE YOU?

 

YOU ARE THE TWIGS BENEATH MY FLAME.

[FUELING ME, BUT BENEATH ME. ALWAYS BENEATH.]

YOU ARE THE DESTRUCTION I LEAVE IN MY WAKE.

[BEHIND ME, RUINED. IN SHAMBLES.]

YOU ARE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE MEN WHO HURT US.

[HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE VILLAIN?]

 

SO BEFORE YOU DEFEND YOUR BROTHERS,

BEFORE YOU SCREAM “NOT ALL MEN!”

REMEMBER THE SUFFERING.

REMEMBER THE HATE. THE ANGER. THE FIRE

YOU SEE NOW IN MY EYES.

REMEMBER.

AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET.

 

--to all the women who have been hurt

 

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