The Janitor Everyone Looked Through

lessons were free.

Mr. Finch pressed Ruth’s photograph to his chest.

And I understood then that power does not always arrive wearing a crown.

Sometimes it wears a faded uniform.

Sometimes it carries a mop.

Sometimes it kneels on the floor while the world looks down, waiting for the truth to rise.

That night changed our city, but it changed me more.

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