We are the people.
The girl who wears every scar like a trophy.
The boy who struggles with reading.
The kid who protests for their rights.
The mother who works 3 jobs to pay the bills.
The father who always remembers to kiss his children good night.
The teenager who loves moths.
We are the people.
Every single one of us.
No matter our race, gender, sexuality, beliefs, and personal abilities.
We are the people.
And you can’t shake us down.
Posted in response to the challenge We the People.
Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.
Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.
Harder to get content and joy.
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