The Silent Courage of Marginalized Lives
To walk out the door each day as a marginalized person is to step into a world that often feels cold and unwelcoming, where glances linger too long or shift away too quickly. It’s the weight of invisible armor, pieced together by necessity, worn to deflect assumptions, judgments, and the subtle yet piercing reminders that belonging is conditional.
Every interaction can feel like navigating a minefield, measuring words and movements to ensure safety or avoid confrontation. The exhaustion isn’t just from enduring overt hostility but from the relentless undercurrent of being seen as "other," as though existence itself is an act of defiance.
"Funny how small and pathetic some people have to be to feel powerful by tearing down others—must be exhausting living with that much hate rotting inside you."
Yet, amidst this struggle, there is resilience—found in the quiet strength of continuing to show up, to live authentically, and to claim space in a world that too often tries to shrink it.
In shadows cast, they softly stand,
With silent courage, hearts unmanned.
Through whispered pain and untold strife,
They carve their path, a quiet life.
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