Queen of Swords: Do Not Mistake Me

 


They take one look at me and think they’ve read the whole book

As if skin and clothes and quiet footsteps are the full prophecy of a life not yet lived

They stare like judges who never earned a bench

Deciding my future while their own sits trembling in their shadow


They see cleaner, gardener, helper

And forget that every empire stands on the backs of the ones they belittle

Forget that dignity isn’t stitched into fabric but carried in the spine

I mean no disrespect to the hands that keep the world standing

But I refuse to let anyone shrink me into their fear

Into their limits

Into their shallow imagination


For years I let people walk over me

Like I was a forgotten tile in their hallway

Like my existence was a whisper that could be ignored

Like my life would never bloom into anything worth witnessing


But I have risen from those footprints

And now I ask

Who are you to decide the weight of my destiny

When you can barely carry your own


Since you crowned yourself accomplished

Why do you linger in the land of the striving

The dreaming

The ones who still have mountains to climb


Why invade the soil we are trying to grow from

With your spoiled beliefs and tired superiority

It is people like you who make others believe they are nothing

Who crush the spark before it learns to speak


But hear me clearly

I am not yours to measure

I am not yours to reduce

I am not yours to drag into the shallow end of your vision


I know where I am going

And you

Tell me

Where will you be in five years

When I have become everything you swore I could not

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