It’s hard to ask for help
when the room already doubts
you belong in it.
In this field
where being her
often means being alone,
you didn’t shrink my voice.
You handed me a blueprint
and said let's build.
And in that moment,
you gave me more
than advice
or answers—
you gave me
the rare gift
of being taken seriously.
You stood beside me—
not over me,
a quiet nod
that said you belong here
before I believed it.
And that changed
everything.
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