Tessa ReneeI’ve been told my voice is soft, melodic even. It makes people feel safe, like I wouldn’t hurt a fly. And maybe that’s why they underestimate me. They hear the sweetness, but they don’t see the calculations behind it. They think soft tones equal soft thoughts. They couldn’t be more wrong.
Because behind every kind word is a mind that notices everything. I don’t forget the details. I don’t miss the shifts in tone, the hesitation, the slip-ups that tell me more than your sentences ever will. My voice may sound like honey, but my thoughts are steel-trap sharp.
And here’s where people really falter: they think the soft voice means they’ll get away with anything. They think they can lie, cheat, manipulate, and I’ll smile and swallow it. No mercy. My kindness has limits, my patience has teeth, and my forgiveness isn’t an infinite resource. When I decide enough is enough, you’ll learn that the sharpest weapons are often cloaked in sweetness.
Final Word: Don’t confuse softness for blindness. My mercy has edges.
Disclaimer: This is reflection, not vengeance. Recognize quiet strength for what it is.
Tessa Renee
