Lie on your back and push the weight of the world off your mind. Take the air you breathe and turn it into dust that will cloud your vision. See nothing, speak nothing. Only do as you need to. You are blind to the world and the world is blind to you, but, the world was built on layers of your skin. Peeled and drowned and beaten and shot to make metropolises and towers of ivory and gold. Sweat out the hatred. Breathe it back in. Exhale dust, and again make the world move. Shake it to its foundations and rattle its suburban windows. No fence can keep out the light absorbed by your skin, and no walls can stop the world hearing your cries. You were made to be seen in the light, not hidden by the shadows. You are thick skinned heavy boned beauty commanding every gaze. Pushing back the walls that you were born into and lifting up the world with your strength. Have pride, have shame, have blame, have love, have passion, have emotion and talent and greed and reckelss abandon. Take the whip and crack it over your head with a flick of the wrist. Send sparks flying like fireworks to the sky and beyond. Let the universe know that you were never born to be tame.
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