my.

words.


are my sword.

i have alot of respect for those who speak their minds.
who voice themselves.
mad mad respect.

and those who disrespect. i assume you are just jealous. or bitter at your inability to stitch your diction together like they do.

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swords from my favorite author:

"Their conversation is like a gently wicked dance: sound meets sound, curtsies, shimmies, and retired. Another sound enters but is upstaged by still another: the two circle each other and stop. Sometimes their words move in lofty spirals; other times they take strident leaps, and all of it is punctuated with warm-pulsed laugher--like the throb of a heart made of jelly. The edge, the curl, the thrust of their emotions is always clear to Frieda and me. We do not, and cannot, know the meanings of all their words, for we are nine and ten years old. So we watch their faces, their hands, their feet, and listen for the truth in timbre."

--Toni Morrison