Henrietta Ezegbe Biography

Roots in shifting soil,
A quiet strength in the change —
Flourish in the now.
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I did not come here to disappear.
I arrived carrying myself, unpacked and breathing.

They call it fitting in as if it were kindness, as if softening your vowels were the same as being welcomed, as if rooms that never pictured you could teach you how to belong.
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Morning finds me set.
The room holds.
Chairs face forward.
The floor does not shift.
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She pauses.
A breath held too long,
a question resting behind the eyes like a cup not yet lifted.
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Stay with me here now
Growing without shrinking back
Boundaries held soft
Stewarding my light with care
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