By Anarita Botelho
“I sure love that about you, Anapalina,” Phonie said to me as I stood.
“What does that mean?” I asked him.
“Your brutal directness, your raw honesty!” he said, very intimidated.
“There is no such thing as directness or honesty. There’s only me!” I replied, angrily.
“But where do you get that bravery from? And that power?” Phonie asked reluctantly.
“My environment made me; I took whatever it offered!” I said, with a smirk.
“There’s no bravery in being the way I am. With it comes marginalization, judgment, sadness, and laughter! With it comes ‘stay away from her,’” I finally added…
A comment on the “Bold” and the “Uncertain” ones. Liked it.
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