AMuse’ing

I can’t figure out how I identify as an imposter…but still find time to think so highly of myself. Displaying the depths of my self-love always seems to attract crab cakes. So I think I learned to play coy, to curb bottom feeder behavior. But…that mindset doesn’t inspire my inner child. It diminishes the innate desire we have to show up authentically and…ew. Now, my resistance has me working towards merging my mentalities, in a way that gives muse…instead of meek. And this inner work is producing organic streams of unwavering self-confidence. Broadcasting it is my new form of entertainment. Because it causes towers to fall in the minds of diss jockeys...who tried gaslighting me into emitting radio silence.