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I spoke too bright I sang too strong
They said I didn’t quite belong
Each time I shined they closed the door—
As if my voice could break the floor
My talents turned to things I hide
To not outshine or step outside
Praise felt like pressure wrapped in lace—
A mirror with no kindest face
But what was dimmed can still ignite
And silence isn’t always right
My gift’s not shame nor pride’s parade—
It’s something honest I won’t trade
So if I dare to sing or write
Don’t mock the glow or praise the slight
I’m just reclaiming what was mine—
The spark they tried to undermine
