Don’t tell me to sit quietly in the corner and not make a sound. don’t tell me to cover up the small bits of skin i show. don’t tell me to be a lady, be calm quiet and stand in the back while adults and men talk. don’t tell me to hide away my flaws, to cover every bit of me with makeup, because i can’t really be beautiful unless my face is covered with ten different products, and then you turn around and tell me i’m being fake, that i’m tricking you. well i’m done, done with your hypocrisy, done with your judgement. i am a raging fire, my blood is pure iron, my heart is a burning star, my eyes are storms, and my mind is a galaxy. you cannot stop the fire burning within me, you cannot stop me with your floods of judgement. because i am beautiful, i am strong, i am unique, and unafraid. i do not need the complements of others to survive. i will not feed your insecurities with my own, i will not make you feel better about yourself with my problems. i cannot make you something you are not. so the next time you tell me to sit quietly in the corner, i will fight, i will scream i will kick, because i am a wolf a worrier and a queen. and a queen does not sit quietly, she fights, fights for her freedom and the freedom of others, so don’t tell me what to do. because i will not listen.