the ruthlessness of truly not basing my view of myself,
off of others perspectives of me.
I know that is a trap meant to keep me in a rat race of comparison.
the savagery displayed by someone
that has single handedly dragged themselves
from the literal gutters
and i’m not afraid to do it again
the audacity to take credit for my station in life, the amount of emotional intelligence I have developed, my strength, and my accomplishments.
I know how hard I have worked
the psychic blade of impossible irrational insight and knowing,
exposing every ounce of evil in my wake.
something i’ve developed out of necessity in life or death situations.
Who Protects Me?
her name is IVY.
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