Born to Dare

I was dirtied for so long,
I want to be pure!
I was dirtied for so long
I want to be pure!
I was dirtied for so long,
I want to be pure!
My good ancestors,
Please come and make me whole again!
Please be sweet to me.
I am ready.
Thank you.

There is a ghost floating around that whispers into people’s ears, trying to distract them from their destiny. It tells you that if you dare be you, they’ll kill you.

It whispers into the ears of the parents to advocate for their children’s spiritual defeat.

It whispers into the ears of the children to accept the wounds and to be so wounded so as to reject their parents.

It whispers into the ears of born-to-be-sacred lovers that whatever defeat has happened in their parents’ lives—any stupidity, any mistake, any self-betrayal—is going to repeat, so there is no point in even trying to break out of unlove. That joy is not for real. That we are robots.

It is a very inventive ghost.

It speaks through family and school.

It speaks through those who were supposed …