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Everyone has a reason for writing.
Mine is inconvenient.

This isn't just poetry. It's rebellion wrapped in rhyme.
Below is a reflection on what drives me — what I hope my work stirs in you, and why I write with both sharpness and soul.
If you’ve ever laughed and then felt strangely unsettled…
this is the reason why.

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First, I want you to laugh.
Then I want you to wonder why you’re laughing.
Later — in the dark, or walking the dog — I want the thought behind the joke to surface like a whisper:
“What if that’s true?”

I want to be the poet you can’t quite shake off.
The itch you can’t scratch.
Not to annoy — but to unblock.
To break the dam of complacency.

I want to awaken curiosity. The kind that’s dangerous.
The kind that leads to second thoughts, forbidden questions, unexpected honesty.

I want to help people think the thoughts they’ve been trained to avoid —
and laugh at the lies they’ve unknowingly believed.
Not because I’m cruel. But because I care.

I believe satire can be a scalpel —
and also a key.

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If this resonates — stay curious.
Share the work. Spread the word.
Pass it quietly under the table or loudly at the next dinner party.

Tell someone who still believes the headlines.
Tell someone who doesn’t — but doesn’t know what to do about it.

And if something in you stirred, I’ve done my job.

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