an ode to those who no longer serve us
An ode to those who no longer serve us
To the little professors who sit on our shoulders
Who critique our thoughts
Who make us doubt
To the voices that linger after us
That make us linger, rather than move forward
To the voices that are not ours
That over stay their welcome
Let us say goodbye to them
With gratitude,
Joanna
An ode to those who no longer serve us
To the little professors who sit on our shoulders
Who critique our thoughts
Who make us doubt
To the voices that linger after us
That make us linger, rather than move forward
To the voices that are not ours
That over stay their welcome
Let us say goodbye to them
With gratitude,
Joanna
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