I'm still getting used to sharing my writing out loud. Thanks to @crochetkingpin and the Brookland Busboys & Poets Open Mic crew for receiving my words and feeling my message.

Read this and my other writing on my blog, Love Letter Confessions.

These soul ties are heavy

And I have too much else

Working to hold me down

Gotta let it go

Gotta get it out

Before it succeeds in eating me alive

Because we can’t just lie down and take it

Not anymore

Not this time

I'm going to find a way

To be free of you oneday

Cos I'm learning more and more

What you feel like now

Now that I know that you wear

So many different faces

When you try to attack me

That's why it's always

Feeling so heavy

Your toxic energy stays

Laced and dripping

Into the very system meant to always

Hold me down

By the weight of their very

Passive-aggressive-nothing-personal feet

On my very real and very finite neck

Until I push back and shout

BITCH...I CAN'T BREATHE

And now it's I deserve whatever I get

Cos I shoulda said it nicer

And with a fuckin smile

Tho this was recorded some time ago

I'm deciding to post it just in time

Because better now

Than never

For lateness is only shame

Defined as such by someone else's

Privilege to not give a fuck about us

For we are evolving

And the time is now

That's not to say

That we're ready to slay like Beyonce

But also ...

Hear me out...maybe we are

Ready to do it our way...

Like for example

We coulda edited this

But that would take away

From the story that's meant to be told

For how else are we supposed to write

The autobiographical graphic novel

If we don't live the story

We were meant to tell...

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Cos we could be heroes...forever and ever...just for one day...

But seriously...who wants to collab on music and or writing? Who wants to partner and barter and create magical chaos...it really is time. Ask your friends...ask your wife...and while you're at it...see if they know an artist who wants to illustrate my autobiographical graphic novel...because...again...it's time...and why should AI have all the fuckin fun...