
To the forgotten ones. The lost ones. The ones in the back of the room. The ones faking a laugh at an inside joke they don’t get. The ones left behind. The ones not invited. I see you. To the ones who have to speak up, or they won’t be heard. The ones who have to stand out, or they won’t be seen. To the ones who have to run, or they’ll be left behind. I was you. To the new ones, stepping into an...