Elizabeth Acevedo

Here, despite the bad & ugly,
is my home. & now I wish that I could stay. Does anyone ever
want to leave the place they love?

You do not let your words stunt unknown possibilities.

“Just let yourself mourn, sweetie.
You can’t run from what hurts you,
or like a dog smelling fear,
that grief will just keep chasing with ever-sharp teeth.”

When your body takes up more room than your voice

you are always the target of well-aimed rumors,