I Want the Truth

In the actions, in the embraces, in the smiles they give me, and the smiles I give back. People.

In what I see, in what I feel, in the men who command, in the words I read, and in the women I could love. When I wake, look to the sky, and fly — free, untethered, wherever instinct takes me.

In the feelings I give, the ones I take in, the ones I surrender to completely — body and soul — no hesitation, no fear.

In the eyes that stare at me, size me up, follow me, try to pull me off my path — from people I believe in against my better judgment.

In every brutal day I have to work, fight, endure, survive.

From my family — may it stay what it is, without patching, without lies, without whispers in the dark — whether close or distant, united or scattered — with only those I choose to keep by my side.

In my victories.

In my battles fought in silence.

In my complaints — whether the world listens or not.

In every second of my everyday life.

Said to my face — sharp, clear, without softening the blow. Even if it wounds, even if it burns, even if it costs me — but never wrapped in a lie.

In my destiny — whether I succeed, whether I fail, whether I miss the small things or the big ones — but always walking my own path.

In love — in the one who fights for me, who shatters for me, who holds on through the storms. The one who forgives flaws, understands the weight, bends but does not break — and never demands perfection.

Every time questions need to be asked.

Every time the wrong must be torn down to make way for the right.

Every time leadership must be taken — or given — and every time winning is the only way forward.

In every smile — real, fierce, earned — never fake, never bought, never forced to please anyone. From my lips. From yours. From ours.

When you call me because you miss me — not because you need something.

When you ask to see me — not because it’s convenient — but because you want to.

No excuses. No masks. No games.

Here, in what I say — in the words I hammer into being — pieces of myself, real, raw, unhidden.

Carved into permanence.

Born from the heart, from the soul — from the only place where lies can’t survive.

Not by law.

Not by pressure.

Not by anything.

I want the truth — especially when a lie would be easier. Especially when a lie would be softer. Especially then.


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