TANYA MARCAL
I used to try to be Good. Good was my go-to in everything. But Good got me nowhere. Not like Truth. Truth, she tore me to shreds, devoured me whole and spat me out shaking and new. Truth keeps a box of matches in my pocket While Good made me afraid of transformative fire. Truth keeps me real, even if it makes everyione in the room uncomfortable. And Truth is a queen and a humanitarian while Good, she 's silent scared little sheep. Truth knows that Good dulls my already radiant, fierce and loving sold. Good showed me how to hide my wings, my words and angel vision. Truth taught me to he brave. Truth taught me how to respect myself. Truth allows me to hold impenetrable space for any story, but first and foremost, for…