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When I was a child
I was told that my voice mattered
That I should stand up for what I believed
That no one was as special as me
I was a force of nature to be feared.
Then as the years went by
Things changed.
"I was just a teenager."
"I didn't know what I was talking about."
"A child can't have an opinion on life."
They tear us down
Because we have the strength to speak out
To say that we don't want to be shot.
Our safety is not for us
Our fear is said to mean nothing.
But we will continue to fight
To yell
To march
To change
Until our voices are no longer whispers to them
But a revolution.



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