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We are conquering
We are surviving Their words mean nothing We have prevailed. This is our future We finally have one We know we are strong Because we lived. There once was no hope No place for our lives We were thrown around It was so tough. We prevailed through it We pushed past their walls We told them no way Our lives matter too. Remember this child Your parents fought hard So you can be you We fought for you. We’re all stuck in this loop. It spins and spins and some jump out only to vomit up all they’ve collected. Everyone’s stomach is spinning and the pain is unbearable. We don’t know when it’s going to stop. I just hope that I make it out someday. Maybe there is a future beyond the spinning circle, but we aren’t allowed to know that. I know many people have probably told you to hold onto hope, it eventually will get better, but how are we supposed to believe them? These are the same people telling us that what we are is just a phase. These people just don’t seem to get it. They don’t get that even though their fight is over our fight is just beginning. We still need to stand up and fight in our revolution. We need to fight for our right to marry. Our right to go into the bathroom of our gender. We’re fighting for everything we can and refusing to live off the scraps they’re giving us. We’re fighting for those kids who are still killed. Who’s parents throw them out onto the street. We’re fighting for those who have gone through unbearable pain just for our rights. We know we might not be the end of this. We aren’t even the beginning. We all believe that it isn’t too much to want this to happen in our life times. I hope that you get that. We aren’t fighting because it’s just a phase. We’re fighting because this is our life and we don’t want anyone telling us anything else.
I am someone who tumbles and falls and doesn’t stand up. Someone once told me to stop looking at the bottoms of my feet and crying and I was severely confused. For I am not that flexible and would never cry in such an uncomfortable position. That same person used to be my best friend. I don’t understand my past or the decisions I made. I often question how small my brain was to fall for such tricks. I now wonder what I will think of myself in the future looking back at what my friends from now did to me. I know this is short, but I have nothing else to say. Just remember you’re choices are what makes or breaks your inevitable future.
you can survive
and not live and no one can tell you different because surviving is not living surviving is doing something to change you don't have to live to change you change by helping and sometimes that means dying surviving is running into a burning building to save fiver orphans no one would miss surviving is standing on the battlefield and taking all the bullets so your country wins the war surviving is so many things beside living and that's the beauty of it. We live in a world were success in mandatory. Without success we are seen as trash and thrown in the barrel and burnt to a crisp. We try so hard to impress our peers that we make ourselves into walking pieces of plastic or we cram our heads with useless facts. You’re either smart or your pretty if you’re anything else you’re useless. People who are creative sometimes get credit, but never the new up and coming ones. I don’t expect to get a famous publisher to want to publish my stories. Or an agent to either consider being my agent. I’m young and I’m dumb. To them I’m easily manipulated out of my share. I’m honestly scared to go out and search for an agent because I’m afraid of what they might do. I’m afraid they’ll want half the ownership of my book or more. I don’t want to lose the rights to my brain children. I want them to be mine. I’m scared that an agent will tell me my writing is trash and incenerate my career just like that. I’m scared of so many things, but overall I’m scared of success.
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