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“Because I know what it's like to feel alone. I know what it's like to live in a paper world, to be good at hurting people, to think everybody should just shut up and do what you say. And then I remember that deep down, people are good, everybody's trying, and nobody deserves respect just for being powerful. So if I've got the voice in my head that tells me to crush people, then I think you probably have the voice that says the other thing too. If people keep calling us heroes and villains, they'll never know how close we came to listening to the other voice all those times.”

“Because I like you a lot. Because you’re beautiful and strong and make me feel things I can’t allow myself to feel. Because you listen to me in the moonlight like every word I say forms a drop of nectar. Because you’ve lived a shit life and come out the other side to be someone amazing. Because now you live a dangerous life with a scar on your back to prove it and I can’t afford to lose anyone else that means something to me...”

“Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised I'd throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted stiff and dry: 'Farewell,' said you, 'forget me.' 'Fare well, I will,' said I. If e'er, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone shading The heart you have not stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.”

“Because I love narrative but am more lyrically inclined, I've learned that if I freight titles with narrative information (the who, what, when, where, why of the poem), I can get to my main interest, which is the language, and where it wants to take me. If I can establish the poem's occasion in the title, then so much the better for my freedom to associate.”

“Because I loved you!" she shouted. "Because I didn't want to let you go! Because I didn't want to lose you!" She hadn't realized she was crying until her voice hitched and she felt the tears on her cheeks. She swiped at them impatiently. "I have never fought for anything in my life because I never had anything worth fighting for, but I was going to fight for you.”

“Because I'm a Black Woman: They don't see me; They don't believe me; They don't give me a fair trial; They don't give me a fair pay. Because I'm a Black Woman: They ridicule my appearance; They don't protect my existence; They hate my assertiveness; They disobey my leadership. Because I'm a Black Woman: I bear the hardest experiences; I receive the most harmful lessons; I hear the harshest words; I wake up immersed in swords, to survive, and only to repeat the same for a lifetime.”

“Because I’m bald, right?” She nodded hesitantly, trying not to hurt him, Silence did the rest. Bald = unloved. Simple math. He fought it. Creams. Pills. Surgery. A year of becoming someone else. The hair came back. Self worth didn't. He knocked again. “I'm not bald anymore.” She looked at him, he’d missed the point. “It wasn’t the hair,” she said, gently. She took a step closer. Just the truth standing between them. "I almost loved you," her voice barely a whisper, "But you did not." He didn’t know what cut deeper — Her words, or how she handed them to him, Or the truth that had always been there, Quiet in the corner, waiting to be seen. It wasn’t the baldness. It was the fear that he wasn’t enough. And that’s what she saw, Not a man without hair, but a man without peace. For peace isn’t found in the fixing. It is found in accepting Your flaws, your fears, And in the belief that you are enough. Even if the hair never grows back.”

“Because I’m good at it,” he said, sounding agitated now. “I am bloody great at it. And I was never good at anything. Because it’s the one place where I know that my success is mine, and my failure, too. In the ring, I might be facing an Irish dock laborer or an English tanner or an American freedman. When the bell rings, none of it matters worth a damn. It’s only me. My strength, my heart, my wits, my fists. Nothing I was given, nothing I took. I fight because it tells me who I am.”

“Because I'm superior in other things. Help me, and I'll...I'll fix your car out front. I'll change your tire." That threw her off. "You're in a skirt" "I'm offering you what I can. Manual labor in exchange for wisdoms." "I don't believe you can do it," she said after several long moments. I crossed my arms. "It's an eyesore." "You have fifteen minutes." "I only need ten." Naturally Adian felt the need to "supervise" my work. "Are you going to get made if I tell you how hot this Is?”