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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • 2 days ago
  • 1 min read

Laughing and singing through clenched teeth,

she mastered that as a child.


Slowly, she unlearns.


Trembling, she starts,   

carefully opens her mouth.


Laughing without fear of criticism,

she sings without the weight of breaking down.


Fearlessly, she takes the world into her mouth.

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