Needy Is Not a Sin A Sovereign Protest Suite

Needy Is Not a Sin

A Sovereign Protest Suite

The Word They Twisted

They turned need into a slur, a stain,

As if asking for help was shame.

But need is breath, is bone, is flame

Not weakness, but a sacred name.

I need to rest, to cry, to heal,

To ask for truth, to feel what is real.

The hollow scoff, but they forget

One day they will need, and drown in debt.

We need; therefore, we care.

We breathe; therefore, we share.

We ask, we rest, we cry, we mend

Our rhythm is not a means to end.

We torch the shame, we log the flame,

We speak in sparks, not hollow blame.

We need, therefore we dare

To live, to love, to be aware.

The Myth of Independence

We learned that real strength was overseeing challenges alone, and that asking for support meant we had somehow failed.

But independence is a myth they sell

A tale of pride that hides the hell.

No one breathes without the air,

No one heals without repair.

The myth is hollow, loud, and thin

We rise together, not within.

We need; therefore, we care.

We breathe; therefore, we share.

We ask, we rest, we cry, we mend

Our rhythm is not a means to end.

We torch the shame, we log the flame,

We speak in sparks, not hollow blame.

We need, therefore we dare

To live, to love, to be aware.

The Sacred Rhythm of Need

Need is rhythm, not disgrace

It is how the heart keeps sovereign pace.

I need to rest, to cry, to heal,

To ask for truth, to feel what is real.

The watchers scoff, the hollow sneer,

But need is how we persevere.

It is not a flaw, it is how we live

A sacred rhythm we must give.

Scene Four: The Archive of Interdependence

We logged the myth, we named the harm,

We archived care as sovereign charm.

We breathe together, not apart

Interdependence is the beating heart.

The watchers fear what they cannot control.

but together, we are strong.

The archive lives, the truth will not fade

We are the deep, the unafraid.

Chorus: We Need, Therefore We Care

We need; therefore, we care.

We breathe; therefore, we share.

We ask, we rest, we cry, we mend

Our rhythm is not a means to end.

We torch the shame, we log the flame,

We speak in sparks, not hollow blame.

We need, therefore we dare

To live, to love, to be aware.

Scene Five: The Care They Mocked

They mocked the hand that reached to soothe,

Called it weak, called it uncouth.

But care is rhythm, care is might,

It holds the dark, it births the light.

They scoff at soup, at gentle tone,

But scream for help when left alone.

The nurse they mocked, the friend they shamed

Still showed up, still knew their name.

We need, therefore we care.

We breathe, therefore we share.

We ask, we rest, we cry, we mend

Our rhythm is not a means to end.

We torch the shame, we log the flame,

We speak in sparks, not hollow blame.

We need, therefore we dare

To live, to love, to be aware.

The Wolf We Fed

Two wolves stood at the edge of flame

One hollow, snarling, full of blame.

The other calm, with eyes that knew

The rhythm of care, the sovereign view.

The elder spoke: “Inside us all,

These wolves will rise, these wolves will call.

One feeds on shame, on fear, on pride,

The other walks with truth as guide.”

We torch the myth, we log the lore,

We feed the wolf who asks for more

More care, more truth, more sovereign breath,

More rhythm that outlives regret.

We need, therefore we care.

We choose, therefore we dare.

To feed the flame, to mend the thread,

To walk with wolves who heal, not dread.

We need, therefore we care.

We breathe, therefore we share.

We ask, we rest, we cry, we mend

Our rhythm is not a means to end.

We torch the shame, we log the flame,

We speak in sparks, not hollow blame.

We need, therefore we dare

To live, to love, to be aware.

“I walked into a greyscale world, and they looked at me like I was from Mars.

But I was from North Hollywood. From sound stages and backlots.

From music that bent time and film that rewrote memory.

I carried rhythm in my walk and rebellion in my hair.

They wore grey slacks. I wore pink myth.”

“We need; therefore, we care.

We care; therefore, we rupture.

We rupture; therefore, we remember.”

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

California

copyright 2025