# @mishighpriestess on Instagram

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- **Original URL:** https://www.instagram.com/p/DLsYWEYO6By
- **Gondola URL:** https://gondola.cc/posts/59807988-mishighpriestess-instagram
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- **Posted:** 2025-07-04T16:59:21.000+00:00
- **Account Owner:** Misty Dawn Rodriguez (@mishighpriestess) — https://gondola.cc/mishighpriestess

## Caption

“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 bloodline prayed for in secret.

And yes—
I wore the victim cloak.
Wore it like armor.
Wore it till it stank of fear
and kept out every light that tried to reach me.

But baby, once you taste your own power,
you can’t stomach pity.
Once you kiss the wound
and call it holy,
you can’t unlearn your divinity.

So now I walk
not with a limp,
but a lineage.

Every betrayal—
a breadcrumb back to myself.
Every heartbreak—
a hinge on a door I was meant to walk through.

And if the healing don’t happen
with my kids in this lifetime,
I trust the echo.
I trust the seed.
I trust the soil I’ve tilled
with my tears and my truth.

I am not a victim.
I am the voice that turned pain into prophecy.
I am not wounded.
I am wide open.
I am not waiting.
I am walking—
barefoot, bold, beloved.

#BothHandsOnTheMic
#FromVictimToVictor
#PoeticAlchemy
#YouAreLove
#AncestralHealing

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