Affirmation: My growth is a quiet revolution, and every lesson I learn unlocks a greater version of me.
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been low for a while.
Reading wild, crazy, un-in-love, wishing on a star for a dove to appear from the walls of this cell.
I know it may seem impossible.
Nothing is impossible. I’ve seen a man disappear into thin air and come back like nothing happened… Facts!
For the dove, I’ll wait—because patience is a virtue. And Allah said:
“Follow the revelation sent to you. And be patient until Allah gives judgment. And He is the best of judges.”
So patient I am, waiting for my destiny to be free.
My poetry is deep—I know.
I’m in a liberating flow, unshackling parts of me I didn’t even know were arrested.
I’m unlocking new levels of self and discovering the wealth of self.
So my absence from putting this black ink on white paper has not been in vain.
Oh Diary, I’m elevating quietly.
Chipping at my weaknesses loudly.
I can hear my old friends sigh when they hear old parts of me hit the floor.
A friend is a friend for how long?
Until friction causes distance or swords are drawn?
My entire being is a new thought, born from a decades-long friction between me and myself:
To be or not to be Kory McClary?
I be HIM because he be’s me.
And with that said—when swords are drawn, murders occur.
And it’s back to Kory McClary the writer… Blaq is dead.
Dear Diary,
Do I write my life away and reveal the secrets of me, or stay silent and remain unfree?
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