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At the end of the day it is us - the sensitive, the women, the marginalized, the empaths - who are sought out. It becomes our job to tame the beast. Our job to endure, educate, be patient, compassionate. Our job to put on a good face, no matter what we might feel, to not expect or accept pay, unless it is in the form of gratitude. We cannot be lions, cannot raise our voices and bare our teeth, for that is not good behavior. That might terrify. Call it an overreaction but when we use our voices we are ignored, put down, locked away - “tamed.” But we are a force when we are loud and when we are quiet – you will remember us before the end.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Strength
At the end of the day it is us - the sensitive, the women, the marginalized, the empaths - who are sought out. It becomes our job to tame the beast. Our job to endure, educate, be patient, compassionate. Our job to put on a good face, no matter what we might feel, to not expect or accept pay, unless it is in the form of gratitude. We cannot be lions, cannot raise our voices and bare our teeth, for that is not good behavior. That might terrify. Call it an overreaction but when we use our voices we are ignored, put down, locked away - “tamed.” But we are a force when we are loud and when we are quiet – you will remember us before the end.
Written in response to the tarot card Strength.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
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