that caused me to think of this:
Mine - by the Right of the White Election!
Mine - by the Royal Seal!
Mine - by the sign in the Scarlet prison -
Bars - cannot conceal!
Mine - here - in Vision - and in Veto!
Mine - by the Grave's Repeal -
Titled - Confirmed -
Delirious Charter!
Mine - long as Ages steal!- Emily Dickinson
it's hard to say sometimes what she means, but i feel something trying to communicate to me. she said it in a different time but it seems to speak across a chasm that isn't that far really. she was asserting the sovereignty of the self in resistance and struggle and rebellion against a forceful figure of arbitrary or conferred power, disdainful and indifferent to suffering, a patriarchal god intent on subjugating individual freedom with the threat and infliction of harm and death.
emily may have been rebelling against a 19th century system wielding the blunt instrument of a god of patriarchy, and saying, not my god, in the same way we rebel against the patriarchal fool, the sick fuck trump, the most absurd and deadly fake godhead currently in all creation.
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