just a part of me

I grew up in a world where it was not okay to be quiet– in some ways, I still live there. … Soccer practices, soccer games, school hallways, overflowing lunchrooms family parties, hanging out with friends. … Being labeled, The Quiet One felt like wearing an oversized sweater, one I could sink into and neverContinue reading “just a part of me”

Quiet

All of the chatter and the noisiness and the nonsense “Break out of your shell” thrown out, all over the world’s spotlight but it would never be on me– and neither would I want it to be at age three I excused myself to bed whispered an 8pm “Goodnight” to keep the peace. Kindergarden: IContinue reading “Quiet”

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