I'm no stranger to insecurity.
We know each other intimately.
She knows which buttons to press
in order to get me to manifest
my hesitation, promote my procrastination,
and stoke my fears of failure
into fire storms of immobilization.
Until that voice that says,
"Son, times-a-wasting,"
starts nagging in my head,
and hunger decides to break in
demanding to be fed.
Refusing to be denied.
You thought I'd quit, b!tch?
You're mistaken.
- HymnAgen