We Will Be Seen
Is that what we are when we demand our rights,
forcing us to go to extreme heights?
Or is it the mind saying we don't matter,
because in the brains of 7 billion,
we don't even exist.
Existing without a name or purpose,
we only have one task to do,
What does that even mean, survive?
We should live for today and not for death,
breath every last breath,
because that's the definition of living.
Living with our own name,
our own agenda,
we will not be ignored.
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