I wrote this poem way back in 2005 but it reflects the spirit of us nonconformists.
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Who are you?
Who are you to tell me where I should go
How I should dress
How I should speak?
Who are you to control my every move
How I must dance
How I must walk in the halls?
Who are you to make my days
Seem like a foggy mountain
Always there but mystifying?
Who are you to control my life
To offer freedom
But to really destroy it?
Who are you to claim for me everything
I have ever hoped to be
Just to make my dreams shatter like broken glass?
Who are you to offer a hand
When you too
Are in this abyss of Inferiority?
Who are you to laugh and say
That it was all a joke
And always was?
Who are you to mock me to my face
Whilst you yourself are despised
By the populace, the multitude?
Who are you to leap at my throat
When even if you win this fight
We're both still animals?
Who are you?


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here on Mother Earth and a plan of salvation.
This is the Human, Ylanne.