To the Ones They Erased

Sunday, April 6, 2025

(for those whose truth was too deep to archive)

You were not forgotten.
You were removed.
Not because you were silent —
but because your voice came from the body,
from the wound,
from the night,
from the place where no one wanted truth to grow.

You did not think like them.
You did not separate thought from love,
from care,
from the pain of knowing too much and being believed too little.

You did not write to be cited.
You wrote because something inside was burning.
And they could not bear your fire.
So they buried it.

They said you were too emotional,
too fragile,
too small,
too much.
But what you were was real.

And that was what they feared.

You were not erased because you failed.
You were erased because you refused to betray your being
for the comfort of approval.

But you are still here.
In the margins,
in the whispers,
in the gestures no one records but everyone remembers.

We see you.
We feel you.
And we carry what you could not finish.
Not to fix your absence —
but to say:
You were right.
And you still are.