they speak, they judge, they throw their light
on paths you walk alone at night
their words may sting, their glances burn
but still your heart has much to learn.
for every voice that pulls your way
you have a choice, a stand to stay
to listen to your own true song
and know that here is where you belong.
the world may shout and swirl around
but peace is only in your ground
their opinions drift, they come, they go
your truth is yours, and yours to grow.
there are bright things hidden deep,
like seeds asleep beneath the sleep,
they wait for sun, they wait for rain,
to bloom again despite the pain.
i will not mute my voice
to make you comfortable
i will not dull the colors
of my thoughts or feelings
to fit inside your ignorance
every word i speak
carries fire, carries truth
even if it burns the fragile air around you
i am not a shadow
to fade at your unease
i am a storm, a spark, a flame
and i will not be dimmed
for your fear of light
my voice is mine
raw, unedited, alive
and it will ripple through the walls you build
