Why in the world have I been this way?
Why do I so easily give up my peace?
Why does it hurt when someone talks down on me or interrupts when I speak?
How can I say “Christ is my LORD” when I have been letting people rule over me
with opinions, theologies, philosophies, and ideologies that are merely a means to validate their demons?

Why have I become distraught over an algorithm that can't even tell a human from a bot,
and have managed to trick humans to hand over their right to expression or thought
by selling a culture of trend and likeability?
It can't even follow its own regulations effectively.
So, why the heck does it think it has the right
to determine the beauty, power, and influence of the art God Himself had given me to create?

I am not a guinea pig nor an unripe fig.
I am not a lab rat, nor am I a doormat.
I am not a trash bin for anyone to dump their problems and traumas in,
then kicked to the curb when I exercise the right to be heard.

My “NO” MEANS NO,
and ANY DECISION PERMITTED BY GOD IS FINA—you have no right to override.
I will no longer resort to "Maybe...",
and I'm tired of apologizing for my sensitivity.
I was made to feel and given hands to heal.
My heart is guarded, and vulnerability is my strength.

Should I need help or rest,
I give myself permission to stop being Superwoman in someone else’s fantasy.
I will no longer feed fragile egos weaponized to control me.
I don’t care whose face this makes scowl.
I am my own being with a God-given right to exist under the notion that I belong to someone—Christ.
I am a willful servant to Him, not your tap-dancing slave.
So, I will use my pen and lips to praise Him and speak life into others,
not to validate your self-righteousness.

My heart,
my body,
my faith and religion,
my mental health,
my interests and boundaries,
and the person God has always intended me to be
are not for anyone on this forsaken planet to judge or determine.

I am uniquely made with an established identity.
I am a beautiful masterpiece—the product of an awesome Creator.