Once upon a time: Disloyal people curled their sinister lips to call me selfish.
Resident scapegoat,
objectification plaything,
the "obeah" of the family.
Envy is a deadly trait, weaponized as sin.
Better I betray myself, than ever betray you.
Better you feel like a winner, than feel the sensations of a loss.
I was never the selfish one.
You, however, are.
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Your reflection haunts you as your inner fears carve signs of rot into your living flesh.
(If only you knew the self-mutilation is reversible.)
Boo, nigga. You can't outrun your karma.
(Drive slow on that road to survival. Spiritual detachment causes wild whiplash.)
Knowing yo scary ass couldn't swing with me, you'd rather tell a child of God your anguish is their doing.
Knowing damn well... I am not the source of your shame.
You ain't gonna talk about that, though.
Instead you'll project all that traumatized energy into me to care for and "solve" as proxy.
Without my consent.
Manipulative intentions. Deceptive words. Hurtful actions. Dangerous choices.
Undermining the truth until it becomes a believable lie.
Conscious salve churning for throbbing insecurities and bruised egos.
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I fought for honor blindfolded, and still returned to attunement.
Many deaths by a million cuts, my core was sliced and slandered before I saw the impact of the bloodshed.
Weaklings fed on my light, drained my source, and refused to replenish their take.
Responsibility for another being, too heavy a load for the dishonorable.
I never deserved it.
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P.S. Thanks Q
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