“No More Victim Songs” by Both Hands on the Mic 🎙️ I stopped singing the blues when I realized the melody was made from my own silence. My suffering had a sound— a low hum in the back of my throat called unworthiness, and I let it play on loop like a lullaby my ego rocked me to sleep with. But no more victim songs. No more lullabies that sound like lies. I was not done to. I was sent through. The storm didn’t come to break me— it came to baptize. To rinse off the residue of every false narrative I let narrate me. Listen— I know the ache of abandonment, of being the unchosen one. The black sheep. The misfit soul trying to fit into molds designed to silence her roar. But I also know the sacred sound of glass ceilings shattering when you choose yourself loud enough. I chose me. Again and again. Even when my voice trembled, even when the mirror cried back, “Who do you think you are?” I said: I am the altar and the offering. I am the mother and the medicine. I am the reckoning my b...