I’m my own self expert and I know my strengths and weaknesses. I am too excessive. I am excessively extra.
I love food. I love to talk. I love to sing. I love to taste I love to kiss and touch and connect.
I know how to speak. I’m okay at a bunch of stuff, but I wouldn’t call myself much of an expert at anything.
I know I am a muse. Because I inspire. I… Because I’m just soooo extra… Because people just get stuff from shit I say.
And that’s why I’m scared of showing my face. Because… what if suddenly no one wanted to hear what I had to say anymore? YouTube and shit are king. They just want to look. How about I control what you see and when?
Here is my tongue.
Imagine what it could do to you. You’ve heard my words. Felt the sting of my wit and weaponry. Take a look at my blade. Now… what does it say?