note: this is not targeted at anyone, it’s just my opinion :)
Writing is my pulse,
my breath,
my way of being.
They don’t own my words,
my thoughts,
my voice.
I’m not here for their comfort,
for their approval,
for their applause.
I’m here to carve something out of nothing,
to scream, to whisper,
to bleed across the page.
Why is it that every time I write
someone expects me to fit their mold?
To stay quiet,
to stay safe,
to stay simple.
To hide the parts of me
that don’t make sense
to them.
My creativity is not a service,
it’s not a favor,
it’s not a tool for their entertainment.
It’s mine
my truth, my fire,
my refusal to be boxed in.
If that offends them,
good.
It’s not my job to tiptoe around their fragility.
I won’t apologize for being myself.
This world is full of voices
that are too afraid to speak.
I refuse to shrink down
just to make them feel better.
I will write what is true,
whether they understand it or not,
whether it fits their expectations
or makes them uncomfortable.
It’s not disrespectful
to write my soul on a page.
It’s the truest thing I can do.
And if they can’t handle that,
that’s their problem.
it’s mine, not theirs.
More by moonriseee
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I’m not his girl
Inspired by “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked
i thought his glance would mean a bit
that maybe fate had plans unlit
but dreams like that just slip away
he looked at her, not me that day -
The mirror
i look in the mirror
and flinch like it’s a stranger
like the face staring back
should apologize for existing
there’s a weight in my chest
that has nothing to do with flesh
and everything to do
Comments
This is powerful. "it’s not a tool for their entertainment/ It’s mine / my truth, my fire / my refusal to be boxed in" I love it. Keep writing!
thank you so much!!! :)
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