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.
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My daddy did rock.
But I’m ’bout to rock harder.
Hide and watch.