Now that I have created this anthology I wanted to reblog this now that you all have more context.
Don’t Let the Bastards Grind You Down (nolite te bastardes carborundorum)
The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood
Eyes front. Don’t flinch. You demanded compliance. Yet, you were met with my quiet defiance. Not a word spoken—I always remained silent For fear of what might transpire. Quiet still but even then—Your fists lit me on fire. Move faster. Don’t second guess. Your commanding presence Today—evanescence. Ssh, be quiet. Don’t rock the boat. He will not hesitate to grab you by the throat. Tell me again they did their best. Tell me again they were just putting me to the test. Hear me now when I say You don’t want to know what happened to me every day.