I have a lot to say but I think you have more
I will be the echo
hold out a cliff in a bottle
for voices quieter than mine
I have a lot to say but I don’t even speak half your language
I am using my twenty-six letters
squeezing each of them dry until I run out of control
left with empty shells
I have a lot to say but this is not quite imposter syndrome
this is not quite empowerment
this is somewhere in the middle where I play hide-and-seek
knowing I am making it impossible for them to find me
so something will be better tomorrow.