Been thinking a lot about authenticity lately, about getting lost in the shuffle of this place for not doing what I know I could do to be a hell of a lot more successful. If I was a smarter businessman, I’d make all of my poetry bite-sized, quotable quotes, filled with clichè and trending words with hashtags to back them. I’d make them all about either sex, or being lonely, I’d pay influencers with millions of followers to rant and rave about my work, I’d write about what I knew the algorithm wanted me to write about, poised and ready for each post to go viral. But why? What am I here for, what is the point of all this, if I’m not writing to clear the clutter in this brain of mine? What’s the point of mass producing garbage that means nothing to me, that isn’t a truth I know, that I stand behind and would fight for? We’re here a short time, and each of us has a different story to tell, a different version of the truth inside, and if I don’t tell you it, as it is, as it’s always been, I’m failing you, but more, I’m failing myself. I’ve been doing this a long, long time, before poetry on Instagram exploded into what it is now, but I have way less people seeing the words I say than the most popular writers in this place, and I hope you understand how very Ok with this I am. I know that what I put out, what I share with you, is ripped directly out of this brain, this heart, this soul of mine, and out of 2600 poems over 2600 days in a row, every single word is truthful, every single word exploded onto the page in a moment of joy, of rage, of sorrow, or of passion. This ain’t changing, not for anyone, and however that affects my viability, my success, my life, is alright with me. Thanks for being along for this ride with me, all of you who care about these random ramblings. Thanks for listening to the truth as I know it.
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