I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady sing the blues I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come
And I'ma remain a soldier 'til the war is won
As a society, we don't question men's bodies enough. Like as a man, why are you fat? you don't menstruate you don't have hormonal issues, you don't have PCOS, you don't bear,carry and give birth to children. So, why are you fat? why are your breasts hanging? Why is your tummy big
I want you to be delusionally optimistic about your life. Gaslight yourself into thinking you're smart enough to figure something out. You will. Eventually, you'll figure it out.