There I was, with women like me, reminding me that kindness is to be protected. The depths of your worth too. People are people and there will be doorways that belong to you and them. Some doors will lead you down a path of pain, confuse your worth with pain and leave you feeling confused about when the rain started to beat your head. There are some doors on the other end that will lead to joy. They will open up just as you arrive, stay open just so you settle in and know joy well. Be careful there. Then there is a lizard. One that probably belongs to the middle door with a bit of joy of their own making. A lizard who fell from a tree and didn’t break a bone, noted to himself that if no one else praised him, he would praise himself. With the middle door, you will feel like a lizard. At least you know pain, you know joy, you know your worth….
The past couple of days with this thing called academia has been eye opening that all I can say is, know your worth or at least be like a lizard.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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