They say some girls are born under stars.
I was born under a warning.
Not a curse —
a prophecy whispered too early,
spoken by mouths afraid of women who do not bend.
My mother was called Maleficent
long before she chose to be feared.
They forget that names are weapons
given by those who lose control.
I learned early that softness
is expensive.
That loving too openly
invites thieves.
So I watched.
I listened.
I remembered.
I watched kingdoms pretend to be kind
while sharpening their knives behind silk smiles.
I listened to apologies that came too late.
I remembered who left
when love required courage.
They tell stories where villains are born.
But I know better.
Villains are created
when wings are treated like weaknesses
and loyalty is repaid with betrayal.
When they cut my mother's wings,
they expected silence.
What they got was legacy.
And I —
I am not here to curse the world.
I am here to remind it:
Darkness does not mean evil.
It means awake.
If you are reading this,
you have already felt it too —
that moment when innocence cracked
and something sharper took its place.
Do not fear it.
This is not the beginning of my fall.
This is the moment I stopped asking
to be saved.