(Soul Tokens Edition) I have never stood on a battlefield— yet the machine guns in my mind fire without warning. They interrupt peace. They shatter stillness. They try to rewrite who I am. Still— I was woven in silk and fire. Threaded with intention. Carved with direction I chose myself. This path? It is mine. No voice can confiscate it. No doubt can repossess it. No tears can dissolve what was written into my bones. Yes, fate has inked its outline— but I hold the pen in moti