A good friend of mine invited me to an open mic night, poetry reading next weekend. He also sent me a link of the kind of women who read at this event.
I feel highly intimidated. These women's words are so strong, and flow with such ease proudly, without an ounce of hesitation.
I once walked with them on damp dark pavement, the crispness of truth extending from ink stained fingertips.
Now I linger in the shadows, watching them with eager anticipation, reminding me of when I was a child and I'd watch my mother put on her eyeliner, dreaming of the day when I would be a woman.
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