Maps Drawn in Silence

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Do the stars align or is that just pressure talk?

Gravity don’t lie, it just shows you where you fall.

I been carrying weight since my name learned how to crawl,

Heavy curriculum, no syllabus at all.

They say karma, past lives, curses at birth,

But trauma don’t vanish, it just circles the earth.

Till somebody stops it, digests the hurt,

Turns poison into lessons, lessons into worth.

I don’t “try,” I decide—cut the doubt from the root,

Either move with intention or stay stuck in the loop.

Do it tired, do it scared, do it broke, do it mute,

If the fire’s in your chest, then it’s proof.

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Silence used to scare me, now it tells me the truth,

Stopped negotiating peace with people missing the proof.

I don’t need applause, I don’t need a parade,

I keep promises even when no one’s watching me make ’em.

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If I walk alone, I walk steady,

If I fall, I fall ready.

I been drawing maps with no compass,

Still found my way out the wreckage.

I don’t chase love, I create it,

Don’t explain depth, I demonstrate it.

One step after years of nothing—

That ain’t small, that’s everything.

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I felt hands on my back when the night got loud,

No faces in the dark, just the wind, just ground.

Call it ancestors, instinct, memory in the blood,

Either way, something said, “Keep going. You’re enough.”

I’m a mosaic of names, every touch left a tile,

Every loss carved patience, every scar took a mile.

If I’m too much, you can go, I won’t beg you to stay,

I spent thirty years shrinking—now I’m done with that phase.

Quiet joy over clout, quality over crowd,

People hear something in me I don’t even say out loud.

I’ll sit with you silent till your breathing comes back,

Help you find your footing, then I’ll fade to the black.

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They stay numb to survive, I stayed open and paid,

Learned my pain front to back till it softened its face.

Rock bottom ain’t the end, it’s the floor telling truth,

Nothing pulls you down there—only choice moves you through.

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If I walk alone, I walk steady,

If I fall, I fall ready.

I been drawing maps with no compass,

Still found my way out the wreckage.

I don’t chase love, I create it,

Don’t explain depth, I demonstrate it.

One step after years of nothing—

That ain’t small, that’s everything.

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After this, you don’t carry names or regret,

Just the shape of the choices you made under stress.

So I step—even shaking—’cause stagnancy lies,

And progress ain’t loud, it just changes the state.

I flipped the box, made a bed, watched the moon watch me back,

She knew something I didn’t—but I’m learning it fast.

No map, no script, still I’m finally free,

Winner was always me.