Maha Bali’s blog about education
When I’m no longer little, I promise that I’ll remember what it felt like to be little. To be belittled. To be mad
I’m open I’m direct I’m willing To share I’m noisy I’m chatty I’m taking up Space I trust
I’m no drama queen I didn’t even cry The day my dad died But since that day Small parts of me Have been dying All
You can’t make me better You can’t make me worse You can only make it harder To be who I am You can’t contro