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