By Indica Stephenson
I run the shower until I’m sure the water is hot enough
to loosen the layer of doubts spoiling my skin
and I scrub away the voices of my childhood
that have kept those doubts attached
They say, “little girl, you talk too much”So she spoke less.
But yes, I have a lot to say and I know there are people listening.
They say, “child! you walk so loud, be quiet.”
So she tiptoed.
But I will walk proudly with purpose.
You will know when I arrive.
They ask, “why do you laugh so loud?”
So she apologized after every burst of happiness.
But I am no longer sorry for expressing myself when I find enjoyment.
The happier, the louder.
They say, “you’re bossy, no one likes a bossy girl.”
So she stopped taking charge and waited to follow.
But I am a leader and I lead with grace.
They say, “you ask too many questions.”
But I just want to understand why I am being told to be quieter, smaller, less noticeable.
So I am going to ask the questions everyone else is trying to avoid.
They say, “such big dreams” and shake their heads.
Who is anyone to determine whether I am capable of achieving my dreams.
Yes! I have dreams! And they are grand.
When I shut off the water I remain standing
and let the steam press into me and
smooth out all the times those voices
That tricked me into reducing myself.
All of me is here
I will bring all of me
everywhere
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