She was the first.
Walking with head down, shoulders hunched and hands in her pockets
Eyes fixed firmly on the ground before her
Arms folded tight, in her attempt to go unnoticed
And apologize for existing
I was fourteen when we met and eighteen when we parted
You could say that four years granted me her secrets
They say you attract what you are
I guess, I was also apologizing for living, determined to go unnoticed
This I achieved in the years after high school
Where I built my walls so high and granted access to a select few
You might say that I began to notice the myriad walking apologies among us
So many people, sorry to have been born
Sorry for speaking, dancing, eating, breathing and for being
I wonder why we apologize for being
Rootlessness was her excuse and guilt was mine
Neither resulted from our actions but our birth
Birth, which we had no say in
I am learning to stop saying sorry with my every movement
No more fading into the background
Laughing a little bit lower
Dancing a little slower
I am and so I will be me
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