You do not validate me;
I am not the solution for your guilt for
altering history and my image to validate your alibi;
your view so warped you blame the object upon which you hoist your failed projections rather than acknowledge enslavement to your own sense of entitlement.
I will not be your sycophant, panting at your every utterance;
joyfully bristling in anticipation of your shallow favor
waiting by your side to be psychically petted and whetted.
I will not ask forgiveness for my
emotional and psychological intelligence.
Permission to embrace the knowledge of who I am and
what I am capable of is neither desired nor required,
for my self worth does not depend upon you,
as it has and will always be My back, My blood,
My karma that houses My mind, My soul.
Your words will not a "Toby" make.
While you vent and rage, cowardice holds you back;
fetal in a rabid corner of your mind;
where the cacophony of psychic damage is mistaken for righteous indignation and silence ... acquiescence.
If you can't hear the words coming out of my mouth,
deliberate and ripe with meaning and intent;
If you can't look me in-the-eye and remember
the notion of "inequality" is based on nothing more than
arbitrary benchmarks used to divide and conquer…even you;
if you can't remember
and say you are my equal,
Here's a mirror
practice until you can!
