I Can Assure You, I Am A Person
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I can assure you, I am a person.
Not a vessel.
Not a virtue test.
Not a sermon for your comfort
or a mirror for your ego.
I am the pulse you tried to regulate,
the voice you tried to mute,
the mind you underestimated.
I am not your cautionary tale,
your fantasy,
or your fucking footnote.
You have written laws about my body,
as if legislation could replace empathy.
You have built podiums from my bones
and called it tradition.
You have caged me in silence
and called it civility.
You have set me on fire
and called it faith.
And still—
I rise from the ash
and name myself human.
Again.
And again.
And again.
You mistake our fury for chaos,
our boundaries for rebellion,
our pain for performance.
But listen closely:
that sound beneath the screaming?
It’s evolution.
It’s every woman who ever had to whisper her worth
learning how to shout it.
You can keep your fragile thrones,
your paper crowns,
your empire of excuses.
We are building something truer—
a future that does not tremble at its own reflection.
I can assure you, I am a person.
And when I say no,
it is a full sentence.
When I say mine,
it is scripture.
When I say enough,
it is revolution.
You wanted obedience.
You created outrage.
You wanted silence.
You created song.
And now—
we are louder than your fear.
We are the chorus you can’t drown out.
We are the daughters of every woman
you tried to unmake.
And we can assure you,
we are not going back.
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