âI Canât Let You Do Thatâ You canât, but I will. I see you tiptoeing on shellsâdeflating upon arrival. Standing before me, hungry, yet pleading not to be fed. And all at once, Iâm seeing survival. You breaking yourself down in hopes of being digested. I know you canât, but I will. And I canât stand that person; the one who poached your confidence. Cracked you into two and watched you drain with laughter Made you feel that youâre too much. Denied you of your opulence. Said âget in the back seat, youâre nothing more than a passengerâ I know you canât, but I will. Because in my world, youâre the driver. Navigating us to freedomâfull steam ahead. Youâre more than just a survivor. You are vibrant and tenacious and deserving of more than just bread. I know you canât, but I will. Crumbs are what youâve been given, but youâre deserving of a feast; donât you ever forget. I know you can. I will it. Ask me boldly and loudly. Of COURSE I can make you an omelet.