I do not sit where I was silenced

 

✨ I Do Not Sit Where I Was Silenced

A spell of sovereignty, for those who left the table.

There comes a time when silence is no longer sacred—when it’s survival.
When a seat at the table costs too much.
When the plate is poisoned and the conversation cuts.

This is for that moment you stood up.
Not out of disrespect—but out of self-respect.
Not to cause harm—but to end the harm.

🔥 The Spell

I do not return to the table that fed me curses.
I bless from afar, but I protect what’s mine.
My voice, my peace, my presence—
They are earned, not demanded.

I do not sit where I was silenced. I rise instead.

This is for the ones who left family gatherings in tears.
For the ones who chose quiet exits over explosive confrontations.
For the ones who were told they were too sensitive—but were actually too sacred to stay.

Let this page be your permission. Your portal. Your proof.
You left the table—and became the altar.






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