“Let me out!” my hair screams.
“All this gel is trapping the real me.”
Let me speak my own words.
Why are you keeping us in this dark hole?”
I remember being wild and free.
Like a kid that’s not aware of people's judgments.
Let me be free!
Let me be me!
I know we are different, but don’t be ashamed.
We don’t all have to be the same.
Let’s throw some wood in the fire that lives in your heart,
So that we can proclaim,
and show people that we don’t all have to be the same.
Don’t cover this flame.
By: Nerea Duran
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