'I've been trying to tell you,
this is my name!'
'No, it's not the one my mother gave me.
It's the one I gave myself.'
'Why?'
'Because it reflects me,
who I am
how I feel
but more...'
'It reminds me of the part
of self that I repress,
hold back, judge...'
'It is my dancer, my singer,
my creative spirit
my longing to be
inside music, art, dance,
beauty'
'Yes, to be inside it,
feeling it wash around me,
feeling it lift me off my feet
and free my spirit to fly.'
'That's Zoe.
That's me.'
'Can you see her?
Me?'
this is my name!'
'No, it's not the one my mother gave me.
It's the one I gave myself.'
'Why?'
'Because it reflects me,
who I am
how I feel
but more...'
'It reminds me of the part
of self that I repress,
hold back, judge...'
'It is my dancer, my singer,
my creative spirit
my longing to be
inside music, art, dance,
beauty'
'Yes, to be inside it,
feeling it wash around me,
feeling it lift me off my feet
and free my spirit to fly.'
'That's Zoe.
That's me.'
'Can you see her?
Me?'
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