I am more than flesh and doubt.
I am creation in motion.
I want Narcissus to feel inadequate.
I want the Phthonus to envy my self creation.
I want mirrors to shatter from the weight of my becoming.
I want every ghost of me that I buried
To rise from the earth,
Their hands clutching the hem of my new skin.
Let shame fission in my wake,
Its half life fueling the sun in my heart.
For I surrender the smallness they demanded.
The world shifts because I am forged of choice and stardust.
The architecture of my spine rewrites lineage.
The fire in my eyes births new constellations.
To accept myself perfectly,
Against all who need me lesser,
That is the revolution.
I am creation in ascension,
A universe bending to my name.