In this day and age if you are different
If you have longer hair and brighter eyes
If you have learned the math of the universe and understand the way nature works
If you have mastered ways to make life bend to your will
If you know how to listen to the vibration of the earth and march to the beat of a different drummer
You are called a witch
And you are judged and persecuted not physically but emotionally
Women hate you and men fear you
Had you been alive centuries ago you would have been burned at the stake
The memory, the anger lives on
But there is no prouder legacy
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
In this day and age if you are different
If you have longer hair and brighter eyes
If you have learned the math of the universe and understand the way nature works
If you have mastered ways to make life bend to your will
If you know how to listen to the vibration of the earth and march to the beat of a different drummer
You are called a witch
And you are judged and persecuted not physically but emotionally
Women hate you and men fear you
Had you been alive centuries ago you would have been burned at the stake
The memory, the anger lives on
But there is no prouder legacy
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