When Truth Speaks First

Sometimes we speak a truth before the world proves it.

Not because we’re psychic. Because we’ve lived it enough times to recognize its shape.

I said I’m the thing people with money and support look away from. 

I said they come close when they need strength, then vanish when my truth gets too loud. And then it happened — again.

A woman reached out to me from her hospital bed, waiting for heart surgery. She had support, money, a community. She asked for my help, read my story… and disappeared.

That wasn’t coincidence. That was the world moving in a pattern I’ve already named. 

That’s what prophecy looks like in real life. Not magic — pattern. Truth. Lived experience speaking first.

I didn’t just imagine it. I spoke it into the air, and then the world proved me right.

Because it’s always the same.

They come close when they’re scared. When they want to borrow my strength. But when they feel the heat of my truth — the raw, the lonely, the bloody parts — they back away. 

They want the finished product, not the fucking process.

People say they want real. But what they actually want is real with a filter. The kind of survival that’s been wiped down and softened up. 

Not the kind that comes with scars, silence, and no one showing up. They look at me and see something they hope to God never happens to them.

They want the inspiration — but not the mirror.

Yea, I might feel the sting every now and again, but I’ve learned to stop taking it personally.

That kind of rejection— It’s just proof I’m not here to make people comfortable — I’m here to tell the truth. 

I didn’t come this far to edit myself now.

— Jaye