The Child in the BoxThere are things we inherit without knowing.Not wealth. Not land.But silence.Rules carved from fear.Love expressed as containment.This spoken word piece is about a memory I carry—not just mine, but one many of us carry:of parents who tried to keep us safeby teaching us to shrink.To disappear before the world could reject us.They meant well.But safety without freedom becomes a cage.And the bird—our dream, our voice, our spark—flies away.🎨 Cover art inspired by a single winter night.🔥 Listen, feel, remember. Maybe… release.