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Diversity


We’re all different

A fact that some will take with stride

And others will take out their black & white boxes

Trying to cram you into margins that you’ll never fit into


Labels

Just another way to categorize us as objects

Smashing our individuality with a hammer

Until we are all identical, with no more identity


Freedom

Something we are considered lucky to have

Where other countries struggle day by day

Fighting to stay themselves


Yet in our free country

I still find myself fighting for liberation,

Scratching at the cement surface

For endless years


Walking around, trying to be uniform

It’s meant to make us comfortable, but makes me die inside

We all walk in straight, marching band lines like militia members

And walk on forever without a second thought

 

Individuality

A gift given to us all that we must cherish, hold onto

Accept everyone around you for their good and bad habits

Accept people for who they are, whether you like them or not

 

One day, I will break free

Run in the opposite direction

With my arms spread out wide

Feeling like Rosa Parks when she claimed her seat


One day I will not be scared of my freedom

One day I will not be scared of trying to explain to people who I am


I will never be scared of friends

I will never be scared of strangers

I will never be scared of family

Boys, girls, adults, parents, siblings


One day I won’t be scared of myself anymore

Scared of making the wrong decisions

And letting everyone around me down

The weights of expectations always make me hide in the shadows

To where I feel I’ll never be good enough


But today, I smile at all my obstacles

With my mind set on “Dare To Be Dangerous”

Because exploring everything around me

Has been a rollercoaster of joviality that I’ve always needed


I’ve made new friends this year

Gotten very close to others

But I learned an important lesson


I love who I am

And I will come to accept the future me

But for now I’m different

And that’s all I ever wanted to be

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