Truth Telling – Faux Rants in Poetic Form

As I move forward in advocating for myself and speaking my truth, I affirm that “keep that same energy” is not an anger driven statement.

Much of society throws their faux standards

At the outspoken

The loud and proud,

Those not too ashamed to share

Their struggles and shortcomings.

It gives them an additional space

To escape and run away from themselves,

But life always reveals truth.

For now I must be patient and still.

Don’t misinterpret my truth telling as anger or darkness,

And note that while many avoid things that they depict as dark,

I found many things to heal within myself in darkness.

I came out of the shadows, and I am grateful for dark times.

If we are meant to know when to let a situation go then what is

this internal botheration

Each time I attempt to comply with faux renditions and narrations

that don’t quite cut it in my book?

For me this discomfort seeps out when glimmers of “I am human” begin to show and reflect in the faces of strangers in passing…

Truth is the only antidote.

I said that I wouldn’t live in regret, but I’ll admit that there’s a few things I should have set straight before, during, and after shit hit the fan.

I see you, eating well and while I am happy for you, I’ll admit that in several ways, you have taken that meal off of my plate.

And the plates of my children.

I have never met a threshold that granted me a helping hand

and there is no envy in that line

as I trust in divine things such as destiny.

It’s a dog eat dog world and I told y’all that I want to be a cat,

No need to scrap over bones,

Fighting over nothing substantial.

We are all fighting a war of some sort.

I have yet to determine what the score

Is and what internal voids

Even I still have

That once reflected

Or still reflect

Off of the internal voids

Of each damaged human

That I have crossed paths with.

This post

This poem

This poet,

None are sad.

I am not sad as I observe you

And I thank God for more clarity

And the ability to process what I am being shown.

Some days I am angry

Some days I still grieve

People who are gone

Along with the old

Versions of me who stood

In front of my authentic self

In a faux mode of protection.

Does that grant me the right

To beat down the doors

Of people in my past

Or officials who I absolutely

Disagree with?

Not so much.

Much of society throws their faux standards

At the outspoken

The loud and proud,

Those not too ashamed to share

Their struggles and shortcomings.

It gives them an additional space

To escape and run away from themselves,

But life always reveals truth.

For now I must be patient and still.

If I stay silent and sugar coat my truth

Then I’ll end up people pleasing again

And it’s my then to succeed

It’s my turn to win.

Because if each faux friend, family member, ex lover or faux potential would have only looked a little deeper… – but I now release the desire for such things. And the next time someone tries to deflect or project their woes onto me, I’ll remember what I know and not react.

When asked why I am not around, I must not search for appropriate versions when I can simply say, “I loathe the way that I feel there” or “I do not feel like the real me there” or perhaps I should stop explaining and over explaining after all.

As I move forward in advocating for myself and speaking my truth, I affirm that “keep that same energy” is not an anger driven statement.

I am no longer playing around when it comes to me. It’s my season and I’m coming for the things that I never put first in the past:

✨ Everything That Is Meant For Me. ✨

I won’t entertain energy switches and I have seen and experienced enough to call it like I see it.

❤️‍🩹 ✍🏾 😌 ✨

Thank you for reading. If you have the time, do take a glance at my journey and how far I have come. So much has changed since June of 2023. Take a look. Have a see: