Emotional Competence Junkie

Here I am, cutting away at the thorns,

Doing all I can to clear the pathways. 
I prefer taking the bull by the horns 
To stepping aside with a passive gaze.
I never light out or dodge the sincere.
I pluck the fruit like a howler monkey.
Through the grit and pain I'll remain your dear
Emotional competency junkie.
My BS meter is calibrated.
If I see a spade that's what I call it.
My word choice is only calculated
To guarantee no falsehoods befall it.
Where there's unvarnished truth is where you'll find me.
If that's out on a limb then so it shall be. 
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