I used to think Choices just happened That they fell into my hands Already made Already decided That if something broke It wasn’t mine to fix And if someone hurt It wasn’t my fault But growing feels like standing still And realizing The ground beneath you Is yours Every word I say Lands somewhere Every silence Chooses a side I used to walk away I’d call it peace I used to stay quiet I’d call it kindness But sometimes doing nothing Is still doing something I am learning that being good The Weight of My Name by Aria Rivera Flores ’31 55
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