Welcome to the Ebony Library where the words you choose to say are never reduced to ash, where the voice you choose to use spits fire like facts. We don’t burn books here nor do we back-track, we recall how bad it felt to prevent any more bad. Here history stays untouched while the past is the past, we will remember how much it hurt and we will never go back.
The precedent we’re setting is incredibly scary where I can’t talk and you can’t talk unless both of us agree; where my freedom and your freedom is no longer free. Our basic freedom to think is our soul’s freedom to just be. To recognize that opinions aren’t objective is what marks our humanity; to collect our differing ideas is what make us a society.
I don’t know if we can get any more low than our current reality where people are in a race to ruin each other’s livelihoods just because they don’t like the way someone else breathes and I know we all mean well but any form of censorship is the enemy the right to feel is dissolving before our eyes and I think it’s a symptom of a bigger disease because my generation was given a broken world and we feel more in control dictating how each other speak. We all have a different mind and I want to hear the different stories but we are headed for a dystopia if we can’t agree to disagree.
The more they say I can’t paint that way the more I’m going to become a public display because the controversial thrives in me and I make pictures from a world of make-believe. If you say this body of art needs to stop then congratulations, you just elongated that prompt.
I can take a thought from my own head and plant it inside yours using the magic of words. If this world tries to censor my sensitivities then a storm of more expression is about to empty me.
She is afraid of what it means to be admired in the physical way. And what does it mean to be a public display? The glitter and glamour of all of the fame or will she succumb to the pressure to hide away? What does it mean to be successful in this day and age when all your words are picked apart and everyone has a say? Because her words are her art but the public could always manipulate the words from her heart. Oh but how dare they? How dare you have an agenda, to destroy what others make? How dare you burn the books when you don’t like a phrase? How dare you take this world and demand it revolve around your name? Because we are all artists with a freedom to create and to censor what becomes popular will only lead to a world of heartache. Yes she’s afraid of making it to the mainstream but that’s a risk she’ll take because every story needs to be seen.
We grew up admiring heroes on this earth and learned early on that we too could save the world. Now we just look for problems for the satisfaction of solving them. We attack people for not using words we like instead of attacking the real bad guys. And I’m learning more and more every day that my peers can be so full of hate. Some people want to be a hero so badly that they’ll create a villain out of habit.