I will survive.
No I am not referencing popular culture.
I am referencing a movement so much larger than that.
I am referencing an epic movement which centers around the
***** in the middle of my hand.
I am referencing myself.
Everyone and their brother, literally,
can ******* and die.
The amount of a **** that I give is
I am moving on.
I am rising up.
I will stand up proud.
I am human and I am only human
and I will accept this,
as will the rest of the world because I will
shove it down their throats just like the
***** that have been shoved down
I will regurgitate all your rotting ******* *****
and I will laugh at the
horrified look on your face
when you realize that I simply
give a ****
I will cherish every second of the
fear and trembling
you ******* cowards feel
and deserve to feel
as you watch me grow into a giant,
as you watch me walk all over you with
a kind of self-respect that can only be found
in novels and movies.
You will watch me laugh
as I wash away the filth you've ground me into,
you will watch me morph
into a woman that would never look
at a man that even resembles the likes of you.
You will watch me forget your name,
forget your very existence. And I will not give a flying ****.
I want mountains of dirt,
and hills of stones
and mounds of knowledge
in books, great tomes
I want patience (for you)
- and ease of speech
I want thoughts to chew
I want students to teach
I want people that know
- and arms that reach
I want oceans of water
and seas of colour
and rivers of time
carving valleys with fervour
I want nothing below
I want nothing above
I want hope, and grace,
but I’ll settle for love.
— The End —