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By Giada Nizzoli

I’m an uncomfortable daughter and relative to have at a big family dinner: I no longer keep quiet when they spoon-feed me N-bombs, patriarchy anthems, and homophobic comments.

Don’t get me wrong: I won’t argue against improbable pizza toppings, films, songs, and the best dog breed of all time, even though I might have a different opinion from theirs.

But I won’t smile and nod if everyone believes in microchips inside a vaccine, that climate change is a hoax, and refugees shouldn’t be helped as they die at sea.

Smiling and nodding is enabling, and keeping quiet is agreeing.

Perhaps I won’t change anyone’s mind with my numbers, facts, and empathy, but they’ll know there are consequences when such things are said out loud.

So, I guess that makes me

an uncomfortable daughter and relative

to have at a big family dinner.

Or, maybe, they’re disappointed because

they expected a ragdoll in my place.

A quiet one.

Not even a puppet with pre-recorded sounds:

they’d rather not take any risks.

Giada Nizzoli is a freelance writer and poet based in Chester. Her work has appeared in The London Magazine and The Pangolin Review. She published her debut poetry collection (Will-o’-the-Wisps) in 2020. Follow her on instagram @giada_writes

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