Burn the Cage. Become the Threat.

There is a kind of woman this world has always tried to kill.

Not with stones, but with shame.
Not with fire, but with expectation.
Not with cages, but with diagnosis codes.
(Well—except for the times they did burn us at the stake or stone us to death for being too powerful, too unruly, too free.)

She’s not reckless. She’s not cruel.
Oh, but make no mistake—she is fucking dangerous.

The Threat of a Woman Who Sees Clearly

Because she sees through everything.
The fake smiles. The rules. The roles.
She refuses to perform the part they cast for her in the name of being “good.”
And when a woman stops performing, she stops being controllable.

That’s the moment she becomes a threat.

They say she’s difficult. Intense. Too much.
But what they mean is—she’s onto us.

She knows the game is rigged.
That femininity has been twisted into obedience.
That softness was weaponized to pacify us.
That being “liked” was the leash around our throats.

They called us witches when we got too wise.
They called us hysterical when we got too loud.
They drugged us, starved us, domesticated us, and told us to smile.

Not because we were bad.
But because we were powerful in a way they couldn’t own.
And the world they built?
It only survives when women stay small, sweet, and sorry.

The Return of Lilith

But something ancient is rising now.

She’s stopped explaining herself.
She’s stopped apologizing for her boundaries, her knowing, her sacred fucking rage.

And she remembers now—

Every time she was gaslit for her intuition.
Every time she was told to calm down, be nice, don’t embarrass them.
Every time she bit her tongue to stay safe, or liked a man who didn’t deserve her just to feel chosen.

She remembers.
And she is done.

She is not here to be palatable.
She is not here to be anyone’s fantasy.
She is not here to play dumb to make them feel smart.

She is here to burn the cage.
To unlearn the good girl.
To dismantle the systems that taught her to hate herself.

She’s not too much.
She’s finally just enough for herself.

And that terrifies them to their core.
Not because she’ll destroy the world.
But because she’ll rebuild it—not for dominance, but for radical equality.

Let Them Tremble

So let them panic.
Let them run.
Let them tremble at the sound of a woman who knows who the fuck she is.

Because she doesn’t just bend the rules.
She rewrites the whole fucking blueprint.

Burn the cage.
Be the threat.
Become her.

With unshakable fire,
Jacquelyn