Some call me a senick.
Others say I'm delusional.
Many say I'm arrogant.
A few days I'm rude.
I've heard I'm mean.
Some people say I'm full of it.
A some people say I'm negative.
A whole lot of people say I'm weird.
It's a good thing I don't listen to some people.
It's a good thing for me that I only pay attention to the one voice I need to hear.
They can "think" whatever they like.
They can believe whatever they want to about me.
They can assume.
They can doubt.
They can mock.
They can even count me out.
What they can never do is know what I'm truly about.
I'm operating on frequency they'll never be able to hear
I'm walking at pace they'll never match.
I'm touching things they'll never feel.
I'm authentically walking in my purpose.
I'm uniquely brilliant.
I'm iron clad resilient.
No shade.
No cap.
It's who I be.
It's not a matter of opinion.
It's bonified fact.
Hallzie Allen.
Hallzie the Narrator.
hallzythepoet.
The visionary.
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HLH© 9/18/23
