FIRE

You weren’t born to wait your turn.
You weren’t built to sit in silence, waiting for permission.
You are not the audience. You are the ignition.

Fire is not asked for. It is not granted.
It does not negotiate. It does not explain.
It consumes what no longer serves and makes room for what must become.

If they call your flame reckless,
if they say you’ve gone too far,
they mean you’ve finally moved beyond the place they could control you.

Your presence is the proof of the impossible.
Your conviction, the matchstick.
Your clarity, the accelerant.
Your refusal to compromise, the blaze.

The system was not meant for you.
It was meant to smother you.
And yet here you are—still burning.

Let them feel the heat.
Let them see what happens when one decides to stop pretending.
Let them watch what it looks like when truth catches flame.

You were never meant to blend in.
You are the signal fire.
You are the call.
You are the one who lights the way.

Now move. Burn clean. Burn true. 

Scorch everything that lies.