5

My heart was full of hope and my future bright,
As I dreamed of all the things I would do.
All the places I would go, all the people I would meet.

But as the solstices passed,
I became the Bloodwitch, a name I created and embodied.
A name that once meant nothing,
Became a burden, a weight that I could not shed.

As each solstice came and went,
The myth of the Bloodwitch grew and spread.
People called me an evil witch,
A vampire, draining the life from their children.
Leaving them bruised and scarred,
With illusions for memories.

I was an outcast, not because they knew I was the Bloodwitch,
But because the Bloodwitch was evil and life-draining.
Their fear and hatred consumed me,
Leaving me feeling alone and misunderstood.

But I did not let their words and their lies,
Define who I am or what I believe.
I am Yara, a scientist and a dreamer,
Determined to make a difference in the world.

Even though I am an outcast,
I will not let their judgments and their prejudices,
Stop me from following my passions and my dreams.
I will keep striving and learning,
And hope that one day, they will see the truth.

I will not let their ignorance and their hatred,
Break me or defeat me.
I will keep fighting,
For what is right and what is true.

I will not let them win,
I will not let them control me,
I will not let them silence me.
I will stand tall and proud,
And let my voice be heard.