They told me I was lucky to be born here -- as if soil makes freedom grow. But I’ve seen flags used as bandages and borders drawn in blood. I learned citizenship is not a paper but a pulse that beats louder when questioned. And freedom? It’s the walk my grandmothers took to vote in different times, across different lines, hungry to be heard, wanting something more for the future, and still moving forward.
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These words gave me goosebumps, Suzanna. Thank you for the eloquence with which you describe this moment.
The syllables flow like blood through a vein. It was like eating a truffle, way too fast to be so good.