How does one choose a new group
it feels like looking into alphabet soup
i know it don’t mean to find new friends
so how does one truly begin
not by faces, not by names
not by comfort, warmth, or claims
not by who makes room for me
but who bows to unity
i step in quiet, without demand
no flag raised in my hand
i don’t ask who welcomes me
i ask where pride won’t let me be
i listen more than i explain
let confusion work its grain
where resistance starts to rise
truth is closer than my eyes
no promises carved in stone
just showing up, unknown
if i can serve the aim, not self
that’s the first brick on the shelf
and if the road feels thin and bare
that’s how i know the work is there
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