In this journal entry I reflect on how strongly I relate to words written about Abraham Lincoln's life and sacrifices. I am just learning that, however unintended, I have been socialized to believe I don't matter, that I'm not important, that I must take on others' burdens for them. I draw a self portrait of the little girl that is me, her little shoulders overburdened, her mouth indistinct, as she has no voice.

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