Censor This... Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So I offend you.
Good means I hit the right note.
The truth usually does.
But I wasn't writting about you.
Just splashing my emotions upon.
Mixing it up with a little rage.
A fictional story to set stage.
So go ahead turn the page.
If you don't like it stop reading it now.
I will not censor myself.
I will not call bananas oranges to make someone I don't even know happy.
A filter to blur.
A spoon to stir.
Oh blessed it be the tools we been given.
It would be such waste not use them.
So edit this.
Go ahead block it, go ahead tell me it's not allowed when I've wrote so much worse before.
It's your right, just know I won't change it so suitable to your distaste.
Not every one is gonna be liked or admired.
I was never looking for your approval.
Self centered ego, an expression with certain words in mind.
I will cross that imaginary line everytime.
I look at as it a challenge.
Can I do it again?
Can I bloody there nose without using an ounce of violence?
So please do let me know if I can fluff your pillow.
Because sometimes it gives me sick sense of pleasure.
When a stranger try's to get me to decapitate another one of my unwritten letters.
Because it broke the barrier of their sense moral responsibility of what should be allowed to be written.
Don't you know I got a million of them.
Everyone a little different.
Reactions are just distraction.
This is my white space.
The place I go to find peace.
Not to put you at any kind of ease.
And to assume other wise makes you the fool.
A tool, looking for reasons to silence those opinions and ideas you don't like.
But know this, this is not my only option.
I can write anywhere.
Yet I choose here.
But maybe it's time to change the venue.
If the venue no longer see expression of anger as an acceptable form of writting.