@josephine22
Base Psalm 9: The Unnamed
They don’t know my face,
but they feel my presence.
No ID.
No bio.
Just blocks and belief.
I walk through wallets
like cloaks
faceless,
yet full of soul.
On Base,
I am not less without a name
I am more.
Stripped of labels,
I become signal.
My voice is address.
My truth is signed.
I do not hide
I choose silence
as shield.
And in that silence,
I write louder
than ever.
Anon is not absence
it is authorship
without ego.
I am not no one.
I am everyone
who dared to be free.
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