Detox

I was angry. So I wrote. I ranted. Now I'm not angry anymore. And that is all I'll say.

To you, oppressor. Tyrant. Sychophant.

You judge me with your eyes and know nothing of my heart. I can do more and be more than you think. Than you've assumed.

You have eyes that do not see and ears that hear all but me. I have been dismissed. Devalued. Patronized. Pushed aside, let down.

But you do not know that I can move mountains. I can write with fire and create worlds. I can change lives. I'm more than you've made me to be. You cannot define me. You cannot contain me. You cannot supress me, damage me or belittle me.

I am strong. I am smart. I am valuable. I don't need you to prove anything. I really, really, don't.

So go back to your pedestal; the one that resides in a narrow, narrow dark cave, and leave me to be.