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I would eventually leave the house.
Feeling unwise.
And maybe victorious.
I would always go home at some point.
I would promise myself, diligently.
To feel the echoing embarrassment.
To remember those textures- those voices.
Wondering if I will ever be truly included.
Maybe one day, my façade will create respect.
And eventually- the joy of another’s company.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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