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Come Out!

Come Out!

Writer Rachel Kann wants to move your sweet tush to COME OUT.  If you need to feel a little inspiration, motivation, or fire today — read on or just watch the video here:


I’m calling forth every outsider, outcaste and outlier.
This one goes out to the freaks and the weirdos,
The edge-of-the-bell-curve-dwellers.
The ones who go long.
I’m talking to you.
This is a drawing; a conjuring;
I’m outing you for your inner wisdom,
I’m calling forth your intuition.
Look, screw me,
Listen to Rumi,
Who said to
Sell your cleverness
Purchase bewilderment.
My sweetest friend,
Can you afford not to?
Come out,
Despite the imminent threat,
The impending exile,
Despite your coolness,
The abject fear of looking foolish,
Despite being ostracized,
Despite your desire for acceptance from the tribe,
Come out,
I know all too well what it’s like
To be shunned,
To be shamed,
To be betrayed
And straight-up endangered and violated,
It sucks.
Come out anyway.
Leave your predators
in the pre-dated past where
they belong.
Despite being burned previously,
Despite your irrefutable evidence.
Stop slumming it with ghosts
Who don’t deserve your time or
Walk out into the world.
You can only be brave
When you’re terrified.
This is the only game in town anyway,
Might as well get out on the field.
Come out,
Do it for the kid you used to be,
The little girl with crooked pigtails who sang, until she was told she was off-key.
The little boy in corduroys who wanted to dance, but locked it all inside his body,
Come out,
This is your uncorking,
It’s time for your story,
Pop the top off your bottle of glory,
What are you waiting for? We
Want to see!
Set your genius inner genie free.
Come out,
I have nothing new to impart to you.
This is coming as an answer to your prior request.
This is your active remembering.
Come out,
Bust the bars of the perceived prison of fleshly limitation.
Come out,
Burst through your sternum.
Fill the room, this whole building, fill the night with your wild brightness.
Come out,
Would you deny
All the
Heavenly bodies
Of the galaxy
Their lives’ mission?
Would you withhold from them their most fervent desire:
Simply to move in your sphere?
Come out,
The sky is spilling with supernovae
Who have traveled billions of light-years
Just to shine down on your gorgeousness,
For the sole purpose of gazing upon your countenance,
Just to commune with your witness.
Why play hard-to-get with the infinity of the cosmos?
Give it up, you little love-slut!
Save that standoffish behavior
For the haters, violators and naysayers!
Somewhere on the journey between birth and
This very moment,
Your heart got broken,
Shit got thwarted and distorted.
Predators and manipulators did their dirty work:
They predictably preyed and manipulated.
You were wronged and that’s right.
You protected yourself as best you knew how,
The gestation was tenuous,
But Hallelujah, you’ve made it!
Now’s the time for realignment:
Crack your shell, my little chickadee.
Share your pretty with everybody!
Come out,
You are made of stardust
And you know this.
The outrageous unfolding of reality
Leaves you breathless.
Knocks you senseless.
You don’t want to miss this!
Come out,
We get this brief blink of an eye together.
Let’s keep it real,
Even though it means being vulnerable and permeable.
What other options have we got?
I’m raising the stakes,
And ripping a rift
In the fabric of time-space
To reach you.
This is our holy communion.
Come out,
I am placing rock sugar on the altar of your boundless potential.
I am burning frankincense by your hideout.
I am smoking you out.
I see the sweet believer in you,
The pearl of awe.
Come out,
Listen, do you know
What you could unfold
From this peak moment of limitlessness?
You could sing some Stevie Wonder and dance all crazy.
You could jump on a trampoline – trust me.
You could eat some ice cream.
Even if it has to be vegan, soy, fine, just eat
Some whimsical frigging ice cream, please.
This existence is a menagerie of human-fleshsuit-sized miniature prisons.
I get it. Totally.
Yet how quickly this is all passing;
Nothing fancy.
You know this already.
Is there an out?
Is there a doctor in the house?
I am trying to say that you’re fantastic.
I am trying to say that the answer: you have it.
Come out,
Don’t end up mummified by your own cocoon.
Strangled by your best intentions:
Your attempt at self-protection.
It’s time to stretch your raw wings
Into the open field of possibility
Yes, the air will sting,
It’s alright, its called FEELING,
And you’re ready.
Come out,
How safe and impervious is the seed!
How vulnerable the first sprouting!
Yet, sprout it must,
And sprout it does,
And out it comes,
We were made to become,
We are made to become,
This entire universe is an act of becoming,
A holy rolling,
An eternity of unfolding,
Of not-knowing,
Of risk,
Of creation,
And yes, of potential violation,
Still we persevere,
Shake off the cosmic dust
Arise, we must
The universe wants to tell you it sees your light.
It’s reflecting it back to you all the time.
You can be fearless and wild.
You can shake your bootie.
You can strut your signature strut.
Your modesty is lovely,
It’s the shame that I urge you to shirk.
Do some spiritual clutter-clearing.
You can be as modest as you want to be
Or you can be raunchy to the nth degree,
It honestly doesn’t matter to me,
I just want you to feel free.
Come out,
Do you, snowflake!
Do your one-of-a-kind – show me what you’re working with.
Let me see your light!
Come on little rockstar, shine!!


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Originally written for and performed at WRITE CLUB LOS ANGELES at BOOTLEG THEATRE

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