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Fight or…float

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Paulina Duszynska

Fight or…float

We’ve moved on,
but we haven’t learned.
We pretend progress.

Some people struggle for every inch,
hands raw from clawing forward,
pushing while the ground beneath them sinks.
Others?
They float.
They are carried,
barely lifting a finger,
and still, they speak of growth.
But what is growth
when you’ve never felt the weight?
When the world opens doors for you,
and you step through without looking down?

Comfort softens,
privilege blinds.
They believe they are untouchable—
until the hands that carried them vanish.
What happens then?
When the world no longer clears the path,
and they’re left standing on what they thought was solid ground?
But it was never solid,
it was rot,
and they never learned to stand.

The ones who struggle are unseen.
The ones who fight for every breath
don’t write the stories of growth.
But they are the ones
who carry the world,
quietly,
while the rest applaud their own reflection.

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