They used to look at me, Like I ain't belonged.
now they watch like I’m becoming something they can’t ignore.
Quiet doesn’t mean weak––
it just means I learned how to carry storms without making noise.
I stopped asking rooms to accept me.
I just walked in like I was meant to be there.
They still call me “new,”
but new things grow fast.
And every step I take now
sounds less like fear
and more like arrival.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
They used to look at me, Like I ain't belonged.
now they watch like I’m becoming something they can’t ignore.
Quiet doesn’t mean weak––
it just means I learned how to carry storms without making noise.
I stopped asking rooms to accept me.
I just walked in like I was meant to be there.
They still call me “new,”
but new things grow fast.
And every step I take now
sounds less like fear
and more like arrival.
New Kidd II.
