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don't kill my vibe

the moment you lace your words

with velvet gloves and place them

on my shoulders,

            as if to press down politely,

i feel the weight of your kindness

twisting into condescension.

you smile—a knowing smile—

like you’ve already charted

                                   my map

and found all the empty roads.

but i built those roads

to go somewhere, not to be pitied

                   from your overlook.

the way you say

“you’ll understand someday”

is not wisdom, it’s dismissal.

as if you’ve patented the truth

and lease it out in fragments

to the uninitiated.

sometimes you really mean well.

but even well-meaning winds

can erode the stone if they never stop

               whispering what i’m not.

there’s a line between guidance and grounding.

a line you blur with every soft correction and heavy sigh.

so let me stretch loud into the sky,

awkward limbs and all— without your hush,

without your hand on the volume knob of my momentum.

because if i’m growing, i’m growing upward on my own terms.

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