Sometimes I wish for invisibilityâ
to slip between cracks,
to fade into the background
and never be questioned,
never be measured,
never have my worth dissected
by eyes that cannot understand.
But to hide is to let the world
erase what it does not know.
To hide is to let them believe
that we are nothing,
that we are nowhere.
To be invisible
is to deny our truth.
So, I stand hereâ
in the light
that burns,
that asks questions
I am not always ready to answer,
that cuts through the silence
and demands my name.
I stand here
because we exist.
Because our story must be told.
Because if I don't show up,
no one will know
that we were here.