The Narrative

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The cover page of your book will continue to be distorted if you let people stand boldly behind their podiums and write your pages. To add insult to injury, they dare to read what is you, your essence, your life. Jagged ink and crooked pens are their weapons of hurt as they twist the letters and mispronounce words so that anyone willing could listen to their warped, insubstantial stories.

The narrative has existed for so long that even you believe at times, that it describes you. The pages are stained and wreak of envy and at every turn they reveal misconstrued misgivings. That power you have given unto to others to define you has now become an unsatiable hunger. Perhaps one day, they may choke when the words they come to write about you get stuck within their throats. 

The narrative persists, of who they think you are and who they believe you to be. How long shall they read your book for you? Their minds are illiterate and naive to what it takes to be you, yet you let them open you up and define you with warped adjectives and nouns that are found nowhere in life's dictionaries. These are the same people with narratives that they hide from the world. Narratives that sit in closets bursting at the spines. Their own narratives would bring the devil to shame, yet they wear his cloak to chastise you by the reading of their words.

It is time to take back your book. Grab it! Start to rewrite your story. Make it illegible and incomprehensible to them but make it fit just for you. Write it with courage and read it with pride. Stand behind your own podium and show them exactly how it is done. Only you have the enunciation and the pronunciation that is profound enough to explain you to you, the only narrative is the ever powerful you.

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