Yeah, I’m talking to you. Listen up.

Your words matter. You have something to say, and you say it. You contribute a verse.

You work hard as hell. They don’t see it, because you’re locked away in a room, bleeding onto a keyboard. They don’t see you bleed. They think you do nothing. They think the words appear out of nowhere. They don’t understand. They don’t bleed.

Fuck them. You matter.

Don’t let them tell you no. I don’t care if you’ve a bestselling superstar, or an indie novelist struggling to be heard.

Value yourself. Value your work.

Fuck them. You matter.