“I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself.”
“I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said “who knows the valley song” and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday.”
i’ll fight whatever’s in our way
just as long as it gets you to stay.