you have convinced yourself that you are a monster inside. flaked skin scaly underbelly you spend so much time looking at people, staring. Wishing Hoping that one day you will wake up coveted
Human. Humanness, then becomes privilege. There is no guarantee that you will be born brilliant. No guarantee that your body will make sense in this world No guarantee that you will ever cut yourself some slack Somehow, after stumbling steadily, you will be tired of breaking your own back. you will no longer look for yourself in the irises of passerby You won’t guarantee your body to a dispassionate string of strangers You will catch you. You will embrace the dark travel of your story and work your body into a steely cast of insight You don’t have time for fables or projections You are guaranteed to you. You give you. You work you. You walk you. Not only is this understood around your way, on your corner “you need you” this messaging effectively deprograms events and attitudes that do not serve the godliness in your gait. You are a current of energy an awesome life force You are reckoning in human form You are unwilling to limit yourself to working with scripts that tell you to destroy the compass of your conviction Instead, you are aiming for a cosmic rendition a world where you choose to embrace you choose to let go you breathe deep where there is no language for apologize You will catch yourself.
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