By rosasparks
I was from a very provincial town but had pretty progressive parents. I took an interest in politics and social issues when I was little. When I got older, I started hearing voices, which were directing my country to do stuff to the mean people who were fucking up my country. No one would listen to me, but I kept at it, trying to tell them about all the stuff I kept hearing and seeing. It helped I started dressing up as a boy so people would stop giving me side-eye.
All of my country’s old dudes started taking me serious when my voices and visions started to be super accurate, but the evil invaders of my country decided I was Public Enemy #1 and during a super gnarly battle, they caught me and put me in prison. They tried me for heresy, pfft, duh, I have visions, gimmea break. It’s not my fault God was talking to me! But since heresy was a crime punishable by death, they had to kill me. The burned me on the stake and dumped my ashes in the Seine River. FML.
2 years ago • Notes