Too long have I lain
Locked in my ivory tower
Too long have I held back
The talents that made my name
I am a writer
By any other name
I would remain as sweet
My idols remain unknown
My craft, unappreciated
Only when I am need
Does my name rise to the occasion
I do not exist solely for your pleasure
As you do
So why do you treat me as lesser?
Does being a scientist make you better?
Consider a world without music
Would that be a life worth living?
I won’t let your judgementality hold me back any further
I will paint this world with my brush
I will watch you crumble under the weight of my words
With the same pleasure
You felt as you watched me suffer