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



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