let no man muzzle you

I realized over the years that there was always someone trying to temper me. Culture my response to life. Inspiring gentility. I conceded-didn’t know I had a choice. And people grew accustomed to that character. But he was created in their mind and it was put on me. A scheme. (I kid, I kid) And so now when I say things-anything-i feel like I disturbed an ant pile. Because I’m not expected to say anything. And I know my words carry weight and authority. They don’t want me to speak and God forbid I have feelings about things. Because my anger moves things. And it was enough that I found my voice, but wait until you see the fire in my eyes.

Imagine years of not having access to your own expression. Or at the very least not knowing. I’m literally here to feel-why would anyone want me disinherited? This needs to be studied, but I have an idea of why. And if you miss some trained, compliant version of me, he never existed. I was masking. A set character for each person I engaged with on a regular basis. A tone for each person that had this invisible -and quite frankly unlicensed- governance over my life. I was shocked and relieved when I stepped into that awareness of the chains. And when I turned to my own freedom for the pace of my freewill, I started to live bodly. A passionate existence. Oh Theo, the wild ones lead us to uncharted liberation. Let no man muzzle you.