At home, you have retreated once more into your universe of silence. This opaque world where nothing penetrates, but everything swirls, dirt, dust and clean all together until it is one confusing quagmire.
Every time I look at you I come to a stronger realisation that you represent everything our discriminatory policies have shaped. A person of little personal ambition. A being that is only shuffled along by the tides and has no concept of her own ability to contribute to the decision. A powerless human being, whose shackles are mentally created by a dominant power and reinforces at every turn of the head.
You live in a bubble.
And when it bursts, it will take you a life time to recognise it.
There are days when I wonder whether I will be around to watch that happen.
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