I would very much rather be hated by those threatened by authenticity and raw passion. I would rather have the audacity to commit the outrageous offence of “being a woman who’s not terrified by the idea of being herself, fully and unapologetically”. In an ocean of rusty souls who dare to call their lackluster vacant personalities an “Aesthetic labyrinth”, imitation is praised and originality is assaulted.
I refuse to familiarize myself with the infamous social formulas needed to diminish my light, I would rather blind you by it.
I refuse to dehydrate my garden for you to be comfortable with your volitional drought, I would rather continue to nourish it.
If I have to morph into another socially constructed mediocre entity, which you can handle and contain and then bestow with your acceptance, then I beg you to keep your acceptance for yourself; I guarantee i will never ask for it.
In a crowd of pretentious liberals, ignorant of the flags they raise, I dare you to utter the untainted concepts behind these trends without beholding their flame rituals commencement. Be wary of suffocating from their toxic malignant fumes. I warn you, better men have tried to escape that deafening sound of blatant contempt for matters of human Rights and public liberties, and failed.
I will not allow you to reduce my intellectuality to trivial inconsequential small talk, I would rather unearth the undiscovered abandoned treasures of your soul.
People like you mark their presence with shrieks of laughter and screams that are involuntarily heard from across rooms. Unlike you, my presence never needed an enforcement.
I don’t mind performing “that dreadful sin” of standing up for what I believe in even if i stand up alone, each and every time.
For I now own the road less traveled by and its ambience feels like home
And I now have bumped into rebellious souls who share my path
And together,we constitute an unprecedented defiant force
I warn you, it’s one that your self-destructive army can never fathom nor touch.