Surrounded by so much excellence, I doubt myself. Crazy-accomplished Filipinas pursuing their MFAs, teaching at universities, writing books, talking about literature and art—their own and everyone else’s—with a confidence that eludes me, performing their poetry with a fury and passion that simultaneously thrills me and puts me to shame. My writing is quiet; barely a whisper. On most days, I'm still the one in the back row, afraid to raise my hand.
But I'm working on it. I'm working.
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