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Opening Manifesto
My name is Selah.
I am not your lesson, your warning, or your rehabilitation project.
You called me a baddie when you wanted my body. You called me a bad girl when you could no longer control my heart.
You never asked what it cost me to become this untouchable.
I am not cold. I am just done bleeding in public.
Yes, I like money. Money means keys, exits, silence, distance.
Yes, I like attention. I grew up invisible.
Yes, I like power. I remember too well what it felt like to beg.
Don’t worship me. Understand me, or move.
I still talk to God. In bathrooms. In Ubers. With glitter on my skin and guilt on my tongue.
My faith was never a performance for you.
A baddie is what you see. A bad girl is what you judge. A free woman is what I am becoming.
My name is Selah. And this is my gospel.
