Ain’t Your Porcelain

A Manifesto for the Unbreakable

A fierce celebration of strength and self-definition, Ain’t Your Porcelain honors anyone who refuses to be boxed in by expectations and embraces the power of their own fire. It’s an ode to the unbreakable spirit within us all.

I clean the house after the cleaner leaves.

Not ’cause it’s dirty—

because peace is precision,

and I don’t trust shortcuts.

I’ve been courted by cowards

and studied by men who think

they discovered me.

You can’t catalog a wildfire,

and I’m the storm

you never warned yourself about.

They say, “Be a good woman.”

But good is just a cage dressed in velvet.

I tore off the velvet

and unlocked the cage.

I say, “Define good without using fear.”

Don’t ask what I do.

Ask what I undo—

unlearned their labels,

unhooked the guilt,

untied the bow on someone else’s dream

and walked barefoot toward mine.

I’m into the fine and sophisticated—

wine aged, chilled to serve,

like rare art you can never find

because perfection is time’s mark,

and I care for my days.

I travel slow,

drink latte deep,

paint my mornings in silk and sunlight—

because living isn’t about rushing;

it’s about feeling every breath

like it’s the first and the last.

So no, I ain’t your porcelain—

I’m the kiln.

I’m the fire that shapes,

the heat that holds,

the strength forged in defiance.

Break me?

You won’t find pieces.

I’m molten fire remaking—

rising, roaring, reclaiming.