The 'Difficult' Woman
The Woman They Call Difficult
I speak the quiet truths that unsettle empires.
I wear silence like armor and clarity like a blade. I’ve learned that the truth, once spoken, cannot be unsaid—even when they try to bury it. I’ve been called difficult, but that’s just the sound of a mirror refusing to lie. I don’t want chaos. I just refuse to pretend it isn't there.
What I'm Into: the weight of unsent emails, watching people squirm under their own words, philodendrons that refuse to die, blazers that don’t apologize, the space between what’s said and meant
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