We Are Wild Now

We are alone now. We, the women, the ones who refuse to be tamed, have been abandoned by the systems that claimed to protect us. Our government has turned its backs on us and left us to fend for ourselves while they sell our bodies, our rights, and our futures to the highest bidder.

Before this is over, we may be hunted.

Labeled.

Completely controlled.

They will come for us in ways that feel unimaginable now but are already on the horizon.

But here’s the thing they didn’t count on: knowing we are alone is what sets us free.

When you realize there’s no cavalry coming, you stop waiting.

When the chains of false hope fall away, what’s left is raw, feral, untamed freedom. And that kind of freedom? That’s dangerous.

That’s revolutionary.

That’s the fire they will never be able to extinguish.

We are wild now. We have no one but each other, and in that truth, we are unstoppable. This system—the corrupt, rotting structure that feeds on our pain and thrives on our silence—was never going to save us. It was never built to. It was built to control us, exploit us, break us into pieces small enough to manage. But we are not manageable. We are not here to fit into their sick, systemic structures.

Resistance, real resistance, will never happen within their rules. You cannot play fair in a game rigged against you.

You cannot fight oppression by asking the oppressors for permission. Resistance has to be unruly. It has to tear through the boundaries of their laws, their expectations, their false moralities. Resistance means re-wilding ourselves—together.

They want us tame. They want us civilized, docile, quiet, obedient. But the truth is, they are terrified of what happens when we stop asking for scraps and start taking back the whole damn meal. They are terrified of the moments when we turn to one another, hand to hand, heart to heart, and say, “We don’t need them. We only need us.”

So let’s let go of their lies.

Let’s let go of the idea that we have to fix this broken system.

Let’s let go of the idea that our liberation will ever come from their courts, their laws, their leaders.

It won’t.

Our liberation will come from us. From the wild. From the ways we unlearn their rules and remember our power. From the ways we gather in the dark, whispering truths they can’t silence. From the ways we care for each other fiercely, recklessly, unapologetically.

And yes, they will call us feral. Let them.

They will call us dangerous. Good.

They will call us criminals, outlaws, witches.

Let them name us with their fear, because fear is all they have.

We are wild now.

We are free.