[tabby title="Poem"] They taught us respectin the key of silence,said truth must wait its turnuntil elders finish being comfortable. We learned to bow our questions,to fold doubt into politeness,to call fear good manners.But even drums grow wearyof praising broken dances....

[tabby title="Poem"] I. The Beginning For me, it started when I joined high school.I was thirteen, turning fourteen.The only pressure then was to get good grades—and that I did. It wasn’t hard for me. Teachers, parents, even the communityall recommended...