Call me a heretic, a questioner, a thorn in your doctrine—fine. Just don’t call me silent.
I was never here to preserve your comfort. I was born to disturb the waters.
I carry the sacred fire of those who refuse to bow, not out of arrogance, but out of love for what’s real.
I don’t make trouble. I reveal it.
If your truth is afraid of my question, it was never truth to begin with.
And when you call me “Trouble Maker,” say it with respect.
Because I don’t break things to destroy them.
I break things to set them free.