I listened as she spoke, driving her point home, confidently and intelligently.
He didn’t have a rebuttal, just nodded his head, approvingly.
She complimented him while correcting him. Her velvet glove allowing his defences to dim.
Anger seemed better received, as she delivered it with emotion alongside thought.
Read MoreYour eyes have always been your truth-tellers.
You never really had much of a poker face.
Your brows furrow or your eyes light up or your lips part as if to say something.
Your eyes always echoed our pain or celebrated our joy.
Read MoreThey said I was too loud.
They said I needed to be reined back.
They said I needed to diffuse situations instead of fueling the fires.
They said I should smile more.
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