Sometimes I feel so brave.
I don’t know who to credit this feeling to.
It could be me or it could be you.
But i feel it boiling up,
Ignited by almost anything.
I feel like I’ve finally been awakened
Or maybe I am simply being reintroduced to myself.
Because this did not come out of nowhere.
I have lived with this my whole life.
Because I can remember.
I have the memories
Slowly raising their hands in the back of my mind.
Reminding me, “Um…teacher, we’re still here.”
And when I finally see them after so much neglect
I start to cry.
I whisper, “I am so sorry for letting the world silence you.”
“I am so sorry for being afraid to hear you.”
“I am so sorry for believing them over you.”
You matter, my soul.
You deserve to be seen, too.