I'm made of gold that does not tarnish,
not the kind that’s mined
But the kind you will find
When we stop asking permission.
The Sun lives in me.
Not burning, but illuminating
Not to demand attention,
but to make the truth difficult to ignore.
I do not chase validation
I generate it.
I do not wait to be chosen
I arrive already decided.
There is a quiet before my fire.
A stillness and grounded silence that listens,
that measures or understands.
But when something fractures the balance
Or if injustice speaks loudly, the unseen pushed into shadow, I rise.
Not recklessly, but deliberately.
Because I was not made to fit into broken systems.
I was made to question them and repair.
To bend and grow them.
There is rebellion in my bones,
But it is clarity.
I challenge not to destroy, but to rebuild.
I speak not to overpower,
But to restore what was dismissed.
To defend the misunderstood,
stand beside the overlooked,
and challenge what others accept.
Not because it is easy,
but because it is necessary.
I am both rooted and rising.
Both calm and unyielding.
A steady force.
A sudden awakening.
I carry light, and find where it falls.
And wherever I stand,
something shifts, softens, and awakens.
Because I not only exist, I alter the task at hand.
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