What you see

Is me.

I will not be altered

By the perception of others.

I will not be seduced

By promises of the popular.

I will not be bannered

By headlines not my own.

I will not be tarred

By the brushstrokes of strangers.

I will not be overwhelmed

By the crushing of censure.

I will not be destroyed

By the sound of silence.

 

I will be controversial.

I will fly in the face of expectancy.

I will spit in the face of the wind.

I will pull my finger

From the damm

And smile secretly

As the trickle

Becomes a torrent

And the torrent becomes a tide.

And the tide becomes thunder.

Listen.

I am coming.

Do you

See

Me?