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| Dedicated to My Enemy You have seven more seconds to decide for your life, before my tongue become a blade and your brain gets sliced. I warned you before, I'm addicted to war; I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born. Three pounds, four ounces, seven weeks premature. Perfectly flawed and perfectly impure. See, it was a night of lies, it was a sick, quick, compromise, it was the devil in his eyes, it was innocence slithering down her thighs... It was... It was his fucking fist into her fucking side. And why? 'Cause there was a baby, barely three months alive. But I survived. Too stubborn to succumb to the dripping jaws of the dominant paradigm. I speak out of turn, I taught myself everything that I ever needed to learn, which is, I don't need to be anything but me. Napalm bright, celebrating the burn. See, I'm supposed to be weak and depleted, my uniqueness erased & deleted. I'm supposed to be a fist and a bruise, nothing left inside and nothing left to lose. They want me to be a breeder; not a thinker, not a leader. A sermonless disciple to a desperate, demented preacher. No voice, no CHOICE. But I will fail them. I have no need for their acceptance, their limits, their lies. I learned to hate from you. I am your most beloved, blasphemous child. ~Otep |
| These are some of the most powerful words I've ever heard spoken. Whether it's her spoken word performances or her music, Otep never fails to inspire and motivate me. Her words have gotten me through some incredibly trying times and for that, I am eternally grateful to her. If you're interested in finding out more about her, click here. This is just my small space on the web I use as a creative outlet or whatever the mood strikes me for. Feel free to look around & leave feedback. |