Boundaries

The new social media trend says that I am as far away as you pushed me

But no.

No.

That erases the blood, the breath, the work—

my work.

For the nights I sat in silence,

screaming on the inside,

preparing,

praying,

promising myself—

I will choose different.

Knowing what I must release to rise.

For the grief I carried like wet stones,

knowing what I’d lose

the moment I decided

to live a life on my terms

To ask, What do I need?

To answer, Everything.

To imagine wholeness

so I could build standards.

So I could breathe boundaries—

real ones.

The kind that cut through chains,

the kind that root me in my own power.

And with power comes accountability.

Responsibility.

The radical right

to craft my life

on my terms.

To claim my joy.

To claim my autonomy.

In a world that tries to govern my body,

A world that trained me to be polite instead of powerful,

to endure instead of defend,

to shrink instead of shine.

But I will have both.
No—
I will have all.
Respect. Pleasure. Power. Peace.
And it begins here, with me.

With one decision.
With one desire.
With one divine need.

To love. Myself. First.