They say, I did not inherit the silence of my mother. As though she took the easy route in life. She’s strong. She’s lived a world I could never fathom. Her whole life was dedicated to her children and family. She took heavy breaths, so I could breathe freer. Speak my mind and live my truths. It’s easy to be a rebel when you’re preaching to people who think exactly like you. It’s easy to get people riled up when they all think like you. That’s not real revolution. A lot of us angry, but we don’t even know what we’re angry at. But, her? Oh, she fought to give her daughter, me, the world I inherited. Her anger, the way she moved was and is with precision. I was everything she could not be. Was never given the opportunity to be. Her flame is resilient and burns slow and steady, so mine can burn taller and bolder. I am her legacy. I am her rebellion in motion. I am revolution. I am change.