So what if I decide to do whatever I want? What if I never let go of the fire in my veins, the destiny in my DNA, the story I’m the main character of? Then what? What are you going to do about it? Press me? Ask me to prove myself? Try as you might to finish me into submission of defeat? Push me over into oblivion where you and your kind reside for eternity?
Whatever you decide I won’t notice. Something about the life I’ve lived, the words I’ve written, something about how I feel in this moment; I’m going to do whatever I want. Be the woman I want. Because I want her. I love her. She, no matter the simulation or the scene, has remained. In forms shaped by journeys of dreams and limited and boundless fixations, she – is. And she is not stopping. No need for scriptures of motivation or promises of continuations. That girl. That woman is.
Where will she go? Colors of thoughts, pictures drawn together and bound by wishes to God, the where isn’t important. Who she’ll be is a far more interesting plight. An inspiration for the youth. A legend for the historians. A feeling of power so deep it incites chills in those lucky enough to whisper in the winds of wonder also. This is not bragging, but a documentation of a life worth living.
She. I. Am going to do whatever I want. I always have. Beautiful and tearful and angry and joyful and rejected and celebrated and loved and lost and sexy and hot and famous and savory and rich and sweet. All of it. A mission of stardom. A quest of victory.
Whatever I want. I don’t invite trouble, and I don’t fear it. For God arth with me. I will remain.
Whatever I want.
Xoxo
Thoughts In My 20z 
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