Author’s Note

This poem is about devotion without submission, and love without surrendering your voice.
It’s not about violence or divinity—it’s about resolve.
About the kind of care that doesn’t beg to be heard, but stands firm and says: this matters.

I Meant It lives in the space where fear turns into courage, where love doesn’t make you smaller—it makes you louder.

— Rowan Evans

I Meant It
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Every time I said
I’d box God for you,
I meant it.
If the weight
doesn’t lift,
I’ll go ballistic—
kicking the pearly gates
off their hinges.

I’ll walk in,
ready to stand on business.
I won’t beg, won’t plead—
I’ll stand in defiance,
ready to riot.
But I won’t take
the first swing.

I’ll just make sure
they know,
it’s you—
I’m doing this for.

Because,
the truth is—

You make me brave,
in ways
I didn’t know
I could be.

And—
it’s because of you
my voice sings now.
Because of you,
I can be loud.
I can stand
and say,
what I mean now.

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