What Would You Change Scholarship Slam

We are not simply defined.   

Her skin is not black. It is hot cocoa that thaws numb fingers on a frigid January morning.

His eyes are not blue. They are the deep blue night sky with specks of light before dusk swallows the sky.

Her hair is not blonde. It is light and the sun. It is the feeling of warmth when the sun tickles your skin after the wrath of the wind left you shivering.

You are not just a teenage girl.

You are the laughter that comes all the way from your toes. 

You are the life in your eyes when you speak about your passions.

You are the way your eyebrows furrow together when you're listening intently.

You are the swaying of your body when you hear a song you adore.

You are the sand between toes on a summers day, you are the giver of smiles, you are the reason behind wonderful dreams.

So I wonder,

How can you not see that you are not plain?

If I would change one thing,

it would be your blindness to your own complexity.

(Everyone's blindness.)

We are not basic.

Every protein,

particle,

And piece of us

fight to illuminate this truth.

We are different.

It is time we start accepting this.

The world will set fire to your faith;

Your quirks,

Pieces of yourself that make you,

You.

We cannot let them.

We were not anticipated to be this extraordinary.

They try to minimize us,

But you and I are not small.

You have the strength of a martial arts master,

The power of an ancient God,

The love of a newborn pup.

They have nothing on you.

You are not just one of anything. You are everything you thought you couldn't be.

Be the change and see past what you are supposed to be.

You are not simply defined.

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