🎤 Echo Erasers™

You tried to erase me.

Delete my name from the

credits,

scrub me from the room,

pretend the silence was

yours to fill.

But here’s the gag:

your silence still sounds like

me.

Every word you echo,

every phrase you recycle,

every “new idea” that came

pre-chewed — it’s me.

My cadence.

My blueprint.

My brilliance

in your borrowed ass,

brittle mouth.

You thought erasure was

power.

That if you muted me long

enough, people would forget

who struck the first match.

But echoes always betray

the source.

And when the sound fades,

what’s left is this truth:

You were never the origin.

You were just the

Echo Eraser™ —

loud enough to steal,

small enough to think

nobody would notice.

But baby, they noticed.