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The Resistance
What do I want to be when I grow up?
I always thought this was an odd question
They ask us from a tender age to define the rest of our lives
Unfair isn’t it?
Our worlds revolving around the Sun of toys and nap time
Set adrift on the ocean of innocence and they were making waves
The boat was rocking and we clung to our Mothers’ legs to try to keep from falling over
This pattern continued even when we grew older
Dough being forced in to cookie cutters
Did they ever stop to think that maybe we didn’t fit?
It wasn’t always the 50 foot suits and ties towering over us
Sometimes it was an army
An army of boys and girls
Marching single file in support of their idols
Marching towards our cities to destroy everything we stood for
Our age
Our size
But not like us
NOTHING like us
They were led by a tyrannical regime of two
A boy
Wearing a flat-brimmed hat upon his head
Expensive shoes and a tight v-neck shirt
Pants so bright as to blind those he stood against
Then there was the girl
Petite
Curvy
Wearing clothes so revealing she’s practically naked
They spread propaganda among their underlings
You are fat
You are ugly
You’re too skinny
You need makeup
You need to be more like us
They tell us and we believe it
Well
Not all of us
There are those who stand against them
We rise from the ashes of our fallen brothers and sisters
Those who were so willing to conform they died for it
We rise from the sewers
Emerging from the filth and the methane-laced air
Letting the rain wash over us and breathing the pure oxygen
Feeling it fill our lungs
We exhale all their lies and the pain they have caused us
We are the few who are real
We stand against the tyranny and oppression of our society
We are the resistance
And the revolution has begun
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