I am the witch that they hunted--
I speak to every woman
who was burned alive for witchcraft
after me.
Every woman who has ever
been wronged, or set ablaze
at the stake for their
Magic.
You see your name in lights--
It is the signature
of
your
~ soul
on a contract
to the World.
Magic is not
something that comes
from within.
It is cast upon you--
My daughters,Powder and Power,
Film screens and silk seams,
Camera flashes and sashes of cashmere.
Lashes and Fashion,
Blond curls and unfurled bows,
Rouge like blood and smudged lip balm,
Pomp and Pretense.
I promise you this:
You can burn at the stake.
But Magic
not only
makes us
It
makes us
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