Just so it’s clear, in poetic outlook…
I’ve received a lot shit for my writing on Facebook
The effect is grating, like a chef preparing to cook
It wears on me a little bit, Disappoints me a little bit, Hurts me a little bit
But I will not quit
I will not die a death of a thousand cuts
I am molding myself into a Warrior who can get stabbed in the gut
And still walk with an indomitable strut
I welcome the opportunity of intensifying the feeling
Of trying to get pushed off my life purpose
Like hooking a shark with a fishing pole, you’re not strong enough, keep reeling
I understand how people let their friends, family and a myriad of social pressures
Compel them back to “acceptable behavior” and conventional measures
How one chooses to react to my writing style reveals a lot about our connection
I urge you now to make your self-selection
Because my flame will only continue to burn brighter
When my temperature inevitably goes higher
Do you want to run away or hold me tighter?
Do we resonate? Are you we in it for the long haul? Are you in or you out?
If we’re not aligned, make it clear now
So I can conserve my precious water and turn right on the spout
Or drink my water, hold my hand and let’s let out a scream and a shout
And show the whole world what the fuck we’re about