“The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird sings of freedom”

-Maya Angelou


A seat at the table

Walking into that room is an act of resilience, please remember that. No one looks like you. You can’t see yourself past the acknowledgement of country. You can’t find your experience in the texts, in the countless white men you quote, in your facilitator or your lecturer, you crave the peers that feel familiar but …


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