It was deafening to see the demise
of the self-deprecating suffocation
of one’s soul, as it was being
crucified at the highest bidder.
As hormones surged, the soul escaped
in the twilights, between emotions and feelings.
Demoralized, sanctioned to subscribe to the
status quo, with the promise of love and acceptance but,
it was slow assisted suicide while demanding to be a victim.
Nevertheless, looking like an exaggerated clown that
look like just it came out of the asylum and paid a visit
with Lucifer, before transitioning out; but before leaving
at the front desk, a prescription of Xanax, puberty blockers, and a host
other self-deprecating medication keeps you sedated and out of sync with reality.
Stuck on stupid and feeling so righteous is a deadly combination of disaster. Screaming at the top of your lungs, like a toddler demanding to get what it wants from their parents. There’s no compunction but rest sure, it will rise up years later when you are no longer pimped and have no use for the slave owner.
The level of rancor is cryptic in nature, dearth in language, and sophomoric in its’ presence. Snow lakes seeking to be coddled, and never knowing what it means to be criticized at the very drop of opposition, needing to be safeguarded with safe spaces, triggered if you are unable to articulate your disagreement with politeness,: which would exhibit maturity and emotional intelligence, but unfortunately, you cry at the very sight of defiance, which only gives contextual credence that your position on the subject manner is uncorroborated, and evidently is riddled with unsubstantiated facts.
Disturbance and virtue signaling are only voiced for victims who need to be coddled and actively seek validation at all costs. It’s poignant to state that demoralization and the fixation for acceptance will never be granted by your slave owners or so-called (activists/advocates) but only will be awarded when you accept responsibility and accountability for your own life, which is where the real power finds purpose.
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