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written by: évah myles All my life, I have been told I am mean, self-centered, and aggressive. I am none of those things. Growing up in white spaces, in white schools, with white friends, I was seen as sub-human. I was not the same as them, my family was not the same as theirs, and,…
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written by: évah myles When you choose to be a poet, there are a set of responsibilities which claw onto your back and never let go. They scratch, and they tear, and they rip at each muscle–each limb, each part of your being–and it will ache. It will ache like ice on a wound for…
![on what it means to be a poet [a note from évah]](https://saywhatsonursol.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/fc27a461eec119de23fbc8e5dd469df9.jpg?w=1024)
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