I Am Not A Victim: A Love Poem To Myself

I am not a victim

I carry mace, two tasers and an easily accessible fury.

I am not a victim.

I practice saying no, leaving people when they keep going.

I am not a victim.

I feel my feelings and turn them into art.

I am not a victim.

I make my own money, my own way and I never give up on the things that light my soul on fire.

I am not a victim.

I love in a fierce and tender way that will help heal you by knifing the dead parts that you hide.

I am not a victim.

I won’t let anyone treat me badly because I am quick to walk away.

I am not a victim.

I faced down my own darkness and it’s now an unending source of strength.

I am not a victim.

I am a muthafucking survivor.

I am a powerful woman.

I am love.

I am freedom.

I am joy.

And dammit, I’ll kick your ass too 😉

P.S. auto correct originally changed “victim” to “vixen” which made me laugh and is also on point AF.