Insecurely Secure
I'm the magician , busy manifesting the greatest me this world will ever see .
06.24.2019
What the fuck is insecurity ?!
This hole in me , I feel constantly .
The things I aspire to try ,
are washed and hung out to dry by ,
this unseen impurity or impurities--
they encroach my mind ,
like roaches --here to remind me
of the filth I've left behind.
Finding one makes it easier to find the next .
Vexed at the self placed hex ,
I approach the darkness --hindsight is 20-20
but I'm not looking back . Close my eyes .
Blind to the path before me .
Hoping to unwind how this world has defined me .
In this darkness , I'll find this insecurity assigned to me .
This blasphemy ! --makes me want to squash these bugs like paninis .
Insecurities skitter across my thoughts ,
connecting all the wrong dots ,
distorting my vision of me --mocking the goddess I see .
When my reflection is mirrored to me .
Confined to my mind --I mind the business I designed .
Finding that I've allowed people to leave their trash in my treasure ,
because they could never measure up to the titan I created of myself as a teen .
Fucked up childhood left me unclean --
people are so obscene ,
choked up on dopamine from being mean .
Throwing dirt to divert their attention from going inward .
Bitch . . BITCH !
You feeling overweight doesn't make me look so skinny that I don't eat .
The same way , me feeling sexy as fuck skinny ,
doesn't make you any less beautiful big .
So dig bitch ,
dig real fucking deep in your own darkness .
And fuck squashing --that was me being nice to the thoughts --people --places and things ,
that gave me all the wrong advice --
led me to the next vice ,
to slice and dice my self-worth .
Put a price on my cave of wonders and made me wonder whether or not I even deserved paradise .
I'm hulk smashing these illusions causing all this fucking confusion .
Cleaning up the messes from all the intrusions ,
and stopping myself from jumping to all the wrong conclusions .
My mind has been dark for a while now --so I couldn't see the filth building in me .
Insecurity after insecurity --has ultimately led to my maturity .
Now watch and see --how fast I grow before thee .
All insecurities feel bigger in the dark --in the fucking filth --
but watch them scatter like the roaches they are when you find your light inside .
Believe me . .
I've fucking cried .
My family left me outside .
Friends left my side .
Employers have replied :
Happy you applied --but your gifts must be left on the curbside ,
so we can take your soul on this unjoyful joyride .
Fighting my pride to let the universe be my guide ,
because old Tiye has died .
Insecurities have tried to rule and led to my mental suicide ,
and I'm not fucking satisfied .
Positive affirmations are the germicides disinfecting my soul .
So , yes bitch --I'm spiritual .
Any negative energy and/or insecurity will be denied .
My verbal homicide will leave you mortified ,
because my spiritual attack left you petrified .
No insecurities left to divide me from my intuition .
My mind is my space with no Tom .
My life is the 151st Psalm .
I'm the creator of my destiny --cause I'm my own mom --
I'm a walking ticking time bomb bitch --
cause I'm about to blow the fuck up .
I can feel it in the air like I'm 21 Savage .
So , you scavenge those old holes in me if you want to .
I'm the magician , busy manifesting the greatest me this world will ever see .
Fuck insecurity .
That bug is dead to me .
About the Creator
Tiye Samone
✨Air Bending Goddess
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