For my Alchemists
I feel afraid.
Of writing my truth in a world that doesn’t want to hear it. In a world that has silenced me before, and feels poised to silence me again.
I feel afraid that I won’t matter. That I won’t be able to change anything. And yes, I’m afraid of my brilliance, too.
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