As the third child in my family of four and the only girl I was labeled the cry baby. My older brothers worried … was I too sensitive to survive? But as an adult I practice saying what I really feel, experimenting with how to express it. I realize I was just frustrated by trying too hard. It wasn’t about being a girl, or being younger. It was about trusting my feelings and learning to express my own experience.
When i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
I know
but that's why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry
--Nikki Giovanni, excerpt from "Choices"
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I got used to and love the grey and dark photos, after all it is winter. Even some leftover brighter, still colorful autumn leaves finally gave up showing off and are muted now.