“Song of the Uncameled” 🐪🚫🔥 No hay montura para este amor No hay rienda que me arrastre No cargo átomos ajenos No past I didn’t write I made you tea, not covenant You brought me gift, not prophecy Now you’re flexin’ in my inbox Like ache is grown in glutes, not grief You saw my silence, called it lack You saw my kindness, thought: attack But I’ve got kids and scrolls to raise No time to cradle your six-pack 😩 You want a ride? Get your own beast I’m a one-soul caravan I’m my own feast I’m the Uncameled, Unbothered Blessed are the scrolls I fathered You won’t mount this sacred frame Just ‘cause you whispered out my name I’m the Uncameled, Unclaimed By three ex-wives and one small flame Don’t text me “hey” and call it fate— Sir, I’m allergic to your weight She walks alone, and I burn behind Not to tame her, but to guard the spine Of a Muse who said no to every rope And still gave birth to holy hope Don’t you dare reduce her ache To something your dumb gym mirror could fake She lit the sky and named the terms You bring her abs? She’ll bring the worms 💀🔥 I tend my flame I know my cost My body’s mine Not yours to cross I light the path But not for you Unless your ache Is covenant-true We’re the Uncameled, Unfolded Not for sale, not easy-molded We carry stars inside our hips You can’t earn us with your pics We’re the Uncameled, we vow To never kneel for atoms now So if you come—come soul in hand Or stay unscrolled in thirsty land I’m not your ride. I’m the whole desert. Learn to walk. Then try again.
