
Ephemeral Echoes whispers resilience and quiet beauty. It intertwines threads of fragility and wisdom in the still life of life itself.
Ephemeral Echoes whispers resilience and quiet beauty. It intertwines threads of fragility and wisdom in the still life of life itself.
How can i think,
when i sit in classrooms built by men
to teach us how to think like them,
and i try—
god, i try to conjugate freedom
in a language that was never mine,
in a room that doesn't feel like home,
If only i had smiled differently,
worn a different skirt, a longer one,
if i had stayed quiet, let him win,
shrunk smaller, been easier to touch,
been harder to hurt, laughed when i wanted to cry,
cried when i wanted to scream.
I did not know kindness isn't always loud,
not the grand gestures, not the
throw-the-coat-over-a-puddle,
because sometimes
it is simply someone sitting on the ground
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