Use Your Real Voice

I promise to do it for you

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We were innocents once upon a time —
When we were children in those houses with those people we called family.
Lines between them and us were unwavering, powerful commandments.

We are no longer children.
We live in our own houses alone or with people we call family.
The lines we set are our own.
My lines tend to waver and ask uncomfortable questions
That poke at edicts because I want to hear what’s behind them,
Where they came from and where they’re going and why.

My wobbly lines come at the worst times, unwieldy and difficult
Wondering out loud if there is another way, a fresh angle to see
What is so plainly evident and true and obvious to you.
Many times our lines intersect and support one another
While other times, they tangle, wrangle, and diverge.
They return to us with treasures, with fresh willingness to listen —
And for that I am eternally grateful, relieved to be heard.

You don’t have to agree with me — many times, I’d prefer you don’t.
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