I will not engage you from a place of fear.
I know fear and anxiety better than I know myself;
I have known them longer.
I cannot and will not engage you from that place
Because I do not believe
It will do either of us
Starting from fear
Is like planting one’s feet on a sheet of ice.
Maybe not my feet.
My feet are so rough and calloused
I can run down walls.
But, in general,
Feet do not plant well on ice.
They’re given to
Asking me to start from fear
Is like asking me to fall
Before I’ve had a chance to jump.
So roll up that expectation,
Set it on the stove,
And leave the water out of this,
Need to let that motherfucker burn motherfucker.
Are showing like smoke signals on a clear day.
I hear your message
Like an air horn in a library.
I know you’re used to thinking like a box cutter.
I know you’re used to living like a tire fire,
But your toxicity,
Your systemic breaking down,
Because starting from fear
Is to start from a broken place.
And I’ve got enough brokenness
For the both of us.
I’m not looking for more.
So take a deep breath,
And let’s try this again.