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Monday, Jan. 11, 2021 @ 12:20 pm
My Voice

He texts me asking me out ‘for coffee’.

Something inside of me shifts.

I do owe someone something: I owe myself dignity.

I respond to him that I don’t know how we can further our relationship when I did not consent to the sex that he had with me. That a breach of trust of such magnitude is difficult to reconcile.

Four days later, I still await his response.

I now feel empowered. This story will not end here.

I write a letter to the editor of the paper criticizing a white-centered article.

I reschedule a work meeting that is too early for me.

This is the year of my voice.

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