i keep resisting the truth that i am unseen as though my resistance will visibilize the whole of me.

my voice always soft and gentle even when heard through a crowd. my body always small and weak even when i stand strong. my personhood always objectified even when i claim subject with each breath.

i cannot control how i am seen or unseen.

but i will always speak my voice, live powerfully and be.

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