Shout out to the Disabled Witches

genderqueersappho:

S.O. to the witches who carve sigils into their prosthetics.

S. O. to the witches who chant in rapid fire sign language.

S. O. to the witches who create vibrant mental forests because their assistive technologies can’t navigate physical ones.

S. O. to the witches who stim to raise energy.

S. O. to the witches who can’t focus on meditation but can create and harness energy with the best of them.

S. O. to the witches who craft sigils out of braille.

S. O. to the witches who are too anxious to join covens.

S. O. to the witches who always make their own spells because they can’t read spell books.

S. O. to the witches who cast spells silently when they’ve gone nonverbal.

S. O. to the witches whose lungs or whose senses won’t let them burn incense, but who can invoke the Spirits of Air with power anyhow.

S. O. to the witches who hold up whatever limbs they can to the Goddess and say, “thank you, Mother. Thank you for making me the way I am.”

S. O. to the witches who hold up whatever limbs they can to the Goddess and say, “fuck you, Mother. Fuck you for making me the way I am.”

S. O. to the witches who were told again and again that they “can’t”. That their “body”, their “mind”, their “disability” – won’t. Let. Them.

S. O. to the witches who shouted, who whispered, who cried, who screamed inside their skulls: “No. I have Power. I am Power. I can.”

S. O. to the disabled witches