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• The Narrative: The Story of My Life

  December 14, 2025

  I am the author now. Not the echo. Not the apology. Not the footnote. The author. I’ve been absorbing stress like a sponge left out in the rain—saturated, heavy, aching. Music is my medicine. It’s the only thing that doesn’t ask me to explain the pain in my arm, the pain in my spine, the…

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• I Am the Narrative: The Story of My Life

  December 8, 2025

  I have my dream home. I signed the papers. I crossed the threshold. I claimed the space. This home is not just shelter. It is a vow. It is the altar of my becoming. It is the answer to every moment I was told to wait, to shrink, to settle. And I am safe not…

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• Love and Ache

  December 7, 2025

  I am in love. My wife notices the smile I carry when I daydream of someone else. She mocked me after we saw several homes, as if to remind me that she sees the truth I try to hide. I lied. Only this time, because her beauty continues to vibrate my heart. It is not…

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• This Week

  December 6, 2025

  This week reminded me how much presence and silence can shape a classroom. On one morning, I walked with Mrs. L. to the kinder gate, carrying a good conversation. My vice principal was in my path, but I didn’t greet her. I didn’t offer a glance. She turned her body, surprised, and stared. In that...

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• Protection: The Cost

  November 29, 2025

  Protection — The Cost I got myself exploded with more incoming students. I felt like she lied to me. She knew I had behaviors escalating every day. She knew I was drowning. And still—she didn’t refer me to anyone I could talk to. Maybe in her terms she’d say, “You’re the case manager.” But I…

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• Protection: My Definition

  November 29, 2025

  Protection: My definition. Let me describe you this... Last year it felt like a honeymoon feeling. I remember we would talk, and she would take me in during our brief conversations. Every concern I carried—when staff didn’t want to work with me, when I felt small—she heard me and stood for me. Go...

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• Protection

  November 29, 2025

  I am writing so I don’t forget these facts. So I can feel good for myself and be free of guilt. I can’t blame myself for refusing to be small. Believe it or not—I was a baby. I needed my wife at a moment where I had tears before coming to my vice principal’s office.…

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• Her Space Is Also Mine

  November 28, 2025

  “Her Space Is Also Mine” She knows. She felt something. She saw my glow and chose silence. I used to wonder if she was just busy. But I remember when she wasn’t too busy to respond. When she made space for me, even in the margins of her day. That rhythm is gone now. And…

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• Thankful

  November 27, 2025

  I am thankful for being myself. I am not a replica of no one. I am 'me' with a golden heart even though at times I do have a mind that slips off. Thinking about someone forbidden, doesn't make me a bad person. I am thankful for moving forward. I like this city. It has…

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