This whole time I thought that changing the world was something you did. And act you performed, something you fought for. I don’t know if that is true anymore. What is changing the world is just about being here, by showing up no matter how many times we get told we don’t belong. By staying true event though you’re shamed into being false. By believing in ourselves even when we’re told we’re too different. And if we all held onto that, if we refuse to budge and fall in line, if we stood our ground just long enough then maybe, just maybe, the world can’t help us change around us.
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