My love may be unconditional but my tolerance is not.
I will never be behaved or quiet or convenient for those set on stifling me.
I won’t shrink or waiver or wallow when there is work to be done.
I don’t follow or wait for permission and I sure as hell won’t shut my mouth for fear of your fragility.
I stand up and speak up and wake up ready and willing to serve.
And you may not like what’s on the menu but I’ll never make you eat …unless you sit at my table.
But don’t come to my house and complain about the feast because you had nothing to do with my harvest.
And there is a wildness about me that makes you uneasy.
You see my soul like my hair: disobedient and untamed.
You try to force me to my knees not understanding that while there are bows worth taking, I’ll never bend to your will.
I can see that the rebellion of my spirit is nothing short of infuriating for a soul dead set on misunderstanding me.
But you don’t know how hot the flames were that cleansed a soul like mine.
And nothing is more worth my time than working on my rise.
You may wonder why I’m so steady and how I know for sure.
Why I follow the call so strongly and never linger on insecure.
The reason I move forward is really not all that complex.
You see I just decided I wanted more than the limits that you set.
And I’ve ever needed more reason for knowing my worth and where to go, outside of the booming voice in my head that screams:
“Because I fucking said so!”
