Always admitted
To having to slay multiple
Ego trips
Every. Damn. Day
On the bright side
They come easier
Like* when
“ accidentally “
Stabbing my side
With a seam ripper
Placed in a
Brown paper bag 💼
Surrounded with
Yarns
To attempt an art form
Knowing the unknown
Find a foundation
To speak 🗣️
Truth
When one has had her voice
Taken
Reclaimed by others
* on purpose
Fragments of memories
So many lives humanity
Has remixed
Nurture and nature
Toxic minds
MK Ultra
Violet
Fried
Eggs
Ego
Yet my own writing ✍️
Recalls
Time before
Jaded
Love
Pure
❤️
Ha. A paperback writer?
A book for today?
I don’t know.
DNA traveling
Astral blasts
Iconoclastic
Not withstanding
Her voice brash
It’s the blasting
To get others
To mine their own mind
Then heart
Surgical connections
Too many
Believe
Life ends
-awaken