How could I not be called brave?
I, who have summoned my heart from my throat
Shaped it into pen and wrote with it
Weaved my soul around my fingers
Touched it to keyboard and left residue of that brightness,
Took all the scarred skin and made papyrus
How can you call me coward?
I have lain my body at the alter of sacrifice
Time and time again
Bled out on these stone steps for years
That creation may be birthed and witnessed
To break my skull open and feed you from it
It is the most courageous thing I have ever done