When someone changes because they are more like you than who you perceived them to be and your response is hatred, not acceptance, you will be held accountable. When you voice your hate announcing that your heart holds no truths, you will be silenced. The bravest people we encounter don’t fear who they are, they live their truths, despite how you attempt to conform them to your sense of normalcy. When you mask your fears instead of searching inside yourself for meaning and understanding you become more visible than you could ever imagine. The monster we all see is you, not the person who has searched within themselves and has the strength to reveal what they see to the rest of us. Because of their strength your weakness attempts to fight back, attacking innocence and feeding your rage. Consequence will hush you, but only acceptance will truly free you.

Persona non grata

Persona non grata Head strong, full heart, bearer of truth. Clowns run their circus with precise illusion. Entertainment is the namesake of appeasement. Bringing order to chaos. Dare to defy and let chaos paint the wall. Kowtow they demand, but I will not bend. I stride for purpose and voice my will. Pushed aside for not falling in line. The fascist regime hushing my screams. In a fairer world perhaps, but art will lift me away, while others are chosen to bear the weight of the ordinary.

Entitlement

When images of violence seek to promote safety, the harsh reality shakes me. When the core is heated the mantle of flesh suffers. A day does not mend a lifetime of betrayal. I have been paired with inadequate teachers, for far too long. A overcharge from ramblings becomes a mockery of itself. If the council is incapable of sight, I’d rather flee than fight. Opportunities are endless. My talent inexorable. The modest times are as ancient as the keeper of a time stone long dead. I have been lumped with the common, a sir name attached that is as unfitting to me as it is to a queen. It is time I tip my crown to these perpetrators and bid them good day. I shall close the door the wizard has marked and disappear through the center of his smoke rings. This is how adventure begins and humdrum ends.