If I May
May I detach from that that does not serve me. May I detach from he who does not serve me. May I be bold in my endeavors and smile as I rise with bloody lips, palms and knees when I fall. May I spit blood in the face of all the bullshit sent to break me. Let the blood be the revelation that I bend, buckle, and shatter only to come back better like Kintsugi. May I leave my mark. May my words, spoken or written, leave an imprint like that of colliding tectonic plates. May they