I see the weight behind your words,
the careful tilt of your smile,
the spaces where truth should live but doesn't.
You soften the edges,
dress assumptions in kindness,
as if I won't notice the shape
of condescension beneath.
I hear what you do not say,
the pauses that hold meaning,
the quiet belief that I am less than
I am.
But I have measured the world,
held its questions in my hands,
and I will not shrink
to fit your version of me.
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