I will not pretend to be a dull blade
When I know my tongue is as sharp as they come and
Only getting sharper with each piercing bite I take out of
Mad oppressive slaughterfuck philosophies.
I will not be a weary mother
As I am neither weary nor a mother.
I birth my art as my only child.
I have no room for sadconscious low-hanging minds.
That is, if I have something to say I’m going to say it.
I am not beholden to any-one-thing.
I forsake every non-duty that asks me to get down and stay down.
I do not play games anymore.
I either do or
I do not.
I am becoming.
Watch me be
Or leave me be, but I am