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.
Gentle as water sliding down your face,
A voice like a bell.
A smile as delicate as a rose,
But as strong as an eagle.
Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.
Hair like a sunset.
Every time I open my eyes I see a different world staring back at me.
Sometimes it’s beautiful.
Sometimes I hate it.
Lately, I've seen more hate than love.
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?
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