Some people have jewels in safe deposit boxes. I have a soul in some notebooks.
I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
I was not always called Serene, although it is my legal name. For the first five years of my life I was Tami. This is the name I first heard myself called; it is the name I first learned to write.
Spoiler Alert: Let me tell you how this story ends. Well, not how, exactly; that will follow. It’s called the rope-a-dope. It’s called “SAY MY NAME!” Sometimes you have to play dead. Sometimes, that’s the only play. Sometimes you have to wander in the desert. But it is true that all who wander are not…
My daddy did rock.
But I’m ’bout to rock harder.
Hide and watch.