And then what? Death?
Nope. I won the awards, fought the battles. Im no
aberration or reject.
Because I make you uncomfortable? Because I refuse to
kowtow to the local hegemony?
Fear is the stuff of cowards. Poltroons prize limbs over
law, fiduciary wellbeing over fairness.
Yadda. Yadda. You despise me because you are transparent
to me. I know you. Ive been you.
I am more alive than you ever have or ever will dare to
be. I live through my deeds. You perish through your ambivalence.
Not today. The man squashed the large cockroach.