To the girls who were silenced,

bruised in the name of love,

and buried beneath the weight of secrets not their own.

To the monsters we were forced to love,

and the darkness we learned to dance with.

To the ones who were broken—

and chose to sharpen their edges instead of shatter.

This is for the hearts that ache and still beat,

for the souls that burn and still rise.

For every queen forged in hellfire.

Bleed, but do not bow.

— Aworldnotreal