December 22, 2022
I will not live in your feared worry
That misplaced dried husk of doubt that feeds the smelly crotch I’m being told to bend my knees to
I’m a fucking dynamo.
I’m a fucking bulldozer.
I’m a fucking musician.
I’m a fucking artist.
I’m a fucking person living who they are
Your doubt can live.
But not in my life.
It will not be paved into my path of discovery in the future.
The path will only chip away with each doubt.
Leaving a hole where a person used to to be
I don’t have time for your feeding fear when there is so much to do & so much to experience
To live like a fetid corpse & not living is equal to death
I’d rather prefer death over the doubt & fear
Your doubt is death.
Your fear is death
Living is freedom