This isn’t about shame. It’s about how little space there is between empowerment and survival–and how blurry the line gets when you’re trying to live with dignity.
This isn’t about shame. It’s about how little space there is between empowerment and survival–and how blurry the line gets when you’re trying to live with dignity.
Maybe it’s the writer in me who can’t resist turning casual conversations into character studies, who treats TV episodes like weekly installments of self imposed personal growth homework.
we
are born
etched in names no one speaks,
their silence riding
the currents of our voice.