I require no rose glasses when thorns remind me I'm real.
Hermione Granger had been married for eight years. She had two children, one just starting at Hogwarts, a mortgage on a three-bedroom house, and a laundry basket that no matter how much she magicked, never seemed to shrink.
Break me down. Split me open. Destroy me. You already express your disdain in word and deed. The glass ceiling is reinforced with actions that transparently demonstrate your hatred for all I am. Do not whisper your lies to me, Dear Man, I have peeled off your mask. What dwells in me is a fighter,…
You were my compass,
the north to my south.
I am a force of nature.
I burn the landscape on which I stand.
I am the wind that rattles your windows, the branches that scratch at the glass.
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Within her reside a thousand demons, each fighting for voice
You are weak, you are nothing
Daily their whispered claws dig deeper, each gouge a hole she can never refill.