Jessica S. Olson

“If they want me to be a nightmare, then a nightmare I shall be.”
― Jessica S. Olson, Sing Me Forgotten

“You’re right,” he says, his voice quiet but certain. “This anxiety will always be a part of me. It’s not going anywhere, and I’m going to have to live with it for the rest of my life. But I am not broken because of it.”
The governor opens his mouth to speak, but August goes on, his grip on me tight and solid.
“I’ve been apologizing to you for who I am for years, but I’m done believing the lie you’ve fed to me, the lie that says I’m less of a man because I’m not exactly like you. The lie that says I deserve less respect because I struggle.” He lifts his chin. “I’m far stronger than you’ll ever be. Because I’ve fought for every victory. Because those fights have taught me compassion and kindness. They’ve taught me to see the world for what it is, not for what I think it should be. So step aside, Father. I’m done minimizing my greatness so you can feel superior.”
― Jessica S. Olson, A Forgery of Roses