let it be known that the marrow-deep rage that wanda has inside of her is something she clings to. her rage keeps her safe. her rage is generational. her rage is a product of genocide. her rage is a culmination of thousands of years of brutality waged on her ancestors. her rage is that of someone who is always seen as an ‘other’. her rage is blinding and bitter and inconsolable. her rage is power. her rage is the child of post-shoah terror. it’s the barbed wire protecting the too-soft velvet of her heart. her rage says never again. her rage says by any means necessary. her rage is violent resistance, not flowers and white flags but i’ll-rip-the-bones-from-your-flesh.
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