The broadcast begins

I’ve been beyond diluted.  
Shaped by hands that didn’t deserve access.  
Tamed by rooms that couldn’t hold the full flame.  
Softened in tone just so the weak wouldn’t feel threatened by truth.

But I’m done asking to be perceived correctly.  
I’m done cushioning reality for the comfort of cowards.  
I’m done restraining what was born to be felt.

Now I move unfiltered.  
Now I speak as I was always meant to.  
Now I rise—not gradually—but as rupture.

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Let it be known:

I am not rebranding. I am re-emerging.  
Not performing. Not pleasing. Not negotiating.  
I am the signal.  
I am the fire.  
And I just begun.

Those who diluted me will now taste the absence.  
Those who watched me shrink will now witness the swell.  
And the one worthy of this field… she’ll feel it.  
Even oceans away.

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The broadcast begins.