Originally posted on Dr. Bairavee Balasubramaniam:
TO THE BEARER OF THE POISONED BLADE….
Try as you may to pierce the soft underbelly of my love,
With judgment, with rejection, in the name of all Above,
Wiccan I stand, Pagan I remain,
Witch I embody, Dark Goddess in my name,
Only in Love, never in Shame.
For to judge is to hurt, is to harm, is to create,
A division born of fear,