ayoamadu

Identity has a storyteller.
And not every narrator deserves a microphone in your mind.

See, some voices show up uninvited, loud opinions with no credentials, critics who never built anything but feel qualified to tear you down.

Some narrators speak from their wounds, trying to turn your reflection into their unfinished business.
They project their fears like documentaries, and call it “advice.”

Some speak in echoes,
repeating what someone else said about you years before you even knew your own name.
Secondhand truth, hand-me-down labels,
outdated commentary
trying to narrate a future it’s never seen.

But listen,
Your soul ain’t anyone’s open mic.
Your purpose is not a public audition.
Your worth is not up for review by people who never learned how to value themselves.

Identity has a storyteller,
yes…,
but the author’s chair is not communal.
Your voice is not background noise.
Your dreams don’t need permission to be loud.

So fire the narrators who speak in fear.
Mute the critics who call their insecurity “wisdom.”
And hand the mic back to the voice that knows your potential, the narrator that sees beyond your history, the storyteller born to tell the truth about who you are becoming.

Because identity evolves
when you let the right voice speak.
And growth begins
when you reclaim the script.