On Speaking

I was once afraid of the sound of my own voice
Bending the ears of the trusted ones
They were tasked with speaking as my proxy
While I whispered demands
Conflict has been assigned a value of bad
Of too strong and too opinionated
All these overarching quantities that we carry on our shoulders
For all the things that are always too much
Another woman taught me that “no” is a full sentence
More so than the sentence of platitudes and peace-keeping
Lately I’ve been drawing lines in the concrete
Yelling no and admiring the boundaries I have built
Not to keep others out but to keep myself protected
Honored on the inside first

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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