Forget the mask,
the chill, the calm,
the art of shrinking in your own palm.
Set fire to the script,
tear the velvet curtains down,
let your laugh crack crooked through the crown.
Be the spark that says fuck fitting in,
the raw hymn in a world too thin,
the howl that drags the weird ones home again.
Be a mirror cracked and gleaming bright,
a rebel map, a crooked light,
the anthem for the ones too real to hide.
Teach them it’s holy to be strange,
to dance out loud, to love their range,
to grow wild teeth and stranger wings —
because the world needs
wildfire hearts
like you.