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"When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can flesh do to me?"
- Psa 56:3-5 (ESV)

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And he said to me, “You are my servant,
    Israel, in whom I will be glorified.”
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Isaiah 49:3 (ESV)
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One who heard us was a woman named Lydia,
from the city of Thyatira, a seller of purple goods, 
who was a worshiper of God
.        Acts 16:14 [ESV]

I'll say it straight to Alice Walker's face:
Veil for prostitutes and genderqueer beasts—
A color fit for hierophants and priests;
Symbol of both the decadent and base.
A hue unfit for tablecloths at feasts . . .
Scarlet is regal. Blue, too, has its place.
Let Thyatiran Lydia state her case,
But purple celebrates strange swelling yeasts.
No fault in bordering on indigo
As long as chroma stays within the blue.
But mix it up with red? Don't do it. No.
Yet, good contrast to yellow's golden grail . . .
What says the holy humble Murex snail?
Feel me: PURPLE is not the way to go.
Prompt 21:
write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color.
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Manipulation only works on those desperate to be liked. That’s the truth most people don’t see. They think charm and control can sway anyone, but it only dances where hunger for approval lives. When you stop living for applause, when you stop bending your spine to fit someone else’s shadow, that’s when the game changes. That’s when you become untouchable.

People who crave validation—they contort themselves into shapes they’re not. They shrink. They hide the parts of themselves that burn too bright. They nod at things they don’t believe in. They tolerate disrespect like it’s medicine, swallow humiliation like it’s water, all because the thought of being disliked feels like the end of the world. And manipulators—they feast on this. They know the price of your fear, and they collect it gladly.

But what if you refused? What if you stopped asking for scraps of approval from tables where you were never truly welcome? What if your worth became something you carried inside, unshakable, independent of their smiles or frowns? That’s when the strings snap. That’s when the power they thought they held dissolves like smoke.

You see, manipulators thrive on fragility, on the idea that someone else can define who you are. Take that away, and they are powerless. Silent treatment? Guilt trips? Flattery? None of it works. Their tactics crumble because the prize they dangle—the “yes” you were supposed to beg for—is no longer yours to give. You’ve already given it to yourself.

Walk into a room with that kind of self-possession. Watch how it unsettles them. The insecure glance nervously, the controllers falter, because the power they had over you never existed—it was an illusion sustained by your need for them to approve. Take that need away, and the illusion vanishes.

The Scripture says it plainly: “The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is safe” (Proverbs 29:25, ESV). Safety, security, freedom—they aren’t in other people’s approval. They are in truth. In self-respect. In an inner compass that never wavers. When your identity is anchored there, no one can touch it. No one can reach in and rearrange it for their convenience.

Stop chasing approval. Stop fearing rejection. Choose respect instead. Choose yourself. Choose the kind of freedom that no manipulator can ever take back, no matter how clever they think they are.

Because the truth is simple: You cannot manipulate someone who is not desperate to be liked. And once you realize that, once you feel it, the world changes. You are no longer a puppet. You are no longer a shadow. You are untouchable. You are free.

— The End —