They have come for us
for generations,
bearing shackles and torches
and holy books that bind.
They have come for the midwives,
the wise women,
the priestesses,
and healers.
They have burned temples
and toppled statues
and stepped all over the sacred.
They have come for our bodies,
for our songs and our stories,
for our power and our pride.
Somehow they always forget
that no matter how many chains
they craft,
we are witches
and we know how to fly.
