You’ve been in the wrong rooms.

You’ve been in the wrong rooms.

The ones that mocked you. The ones that made you feel broken

for wanting what you want. The ones where you asked a question

and got cruelty instead of an answer.

Or never felt safe enough to speak up at all.

I know because I’ve seen you in them.

I’ve watched boys get humiliated for simply being themselves.

I’ve watched women silence something powerful in themselves

because no one ever gave them permission to let it speak.

I built this room because those rooms kept failing the people who needed them most.

This one is different.

No performance required. No version of you that’s more acceptable than the real one.

Just honesty. Education. And someone who won’t flinch at what you bring in the door.

My name is Miss Ruby.

And I’ve been waiting for you.

I know what it costs to stay in a room that hurts you because leaving feels more dangerous than staying.

I stayed in rooms like that for most of my life.

Kept quiet. Kept small. Told myself it was fine.

It wasn’t fine. And you already know yours isn’t either.

That’s why you’re here.

I see you.

I hear you.

You are safe.

And you will fly. 

~ Miss Ruby