They told you softly, “Tone it down.”
Don’t laugh too loud. Don’t wear the crown.

Don’t feel so deep.
Don’t speak so strong.

Just fit the place where you belong.

So little by little, piece by piece,
you traded fire for quiet peace.

You learned to shrink your brightest flame
so others wouldn’t feel the same.

But somewhere deep, a voice remains,
echoing through forgotten lanes.

A whisper from a younger mind
that once was wild and unconfined.

The girl who laughed without restraint,
who never feared the word “too great.”

She danced through worlds both strange and wide,
with fearless wonder as her guide.

And maybe “too much” isn’t wrong —
maybe it’s where you once were strong.

Because the world may ask you less
just so its comfort stays unpressed.

But hearts were never meant to be
small enough for quiet company.

So let them say you’re loud or strange,
too bold, too bright, too hard to change.

Better a soul that burns so true
than one that fades to please a few.

Because the ones who change the air

were always those
who dared to be

too much
to bear.🖤

"WHEN HIS POLL NUMBERS ARE DOWN, HE ALWAYS BOMBS BLACK AND BROWN PEOPLE". -- DL HUGHLEY