I let go of this weariness.
This shame and fear are not mine to carry
I throw them down at the gates of the Tower
Which is falling, falling, falling
This anger does not come from nothing
It has been cultivated over years of resisting
I pick up the bricks that sustain me and throw them
I make my rage a powerful weapon of destruction and cultivation
Let the rage collect in pools across my clavicles
I feel it dripping down my body like honey
I let it manifest into unconditional love
I tell it to the bees, the Goddetc, the divine
For the word “Witch” as a verb
And the word “Rage” is a flame
And the word “Love” is revolution
And the word “Resist” is a foundation
No more status quo for me and my hive
Brick by brick, we dismantle the Tower
Shame, fear, silence, sickness leave us
We take our vitamins, and we start screaming
I let go of this weariness
This shame and fear are not mine to carry
I throw them down at the gates of the Tower
Which is falling, falling, falling
Jasmin Stoffer (She/Her/They/Them), B.A, B.Ed, M.Ed, PhD Candidate
Founding member, Disabled Educators Curriculum Collective (DECC).
Member at large, Nova Scotia Teachers Association for Equity in Education (NSATEE)
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