Change

Change is going from childhood
With blind Faith and innocence,
To youth, unprepared to face their challenges.
Change is believing that the world
was a safe, big pillow to fall on,
to realizing that it is a bed of knives.
Change is feeling like the world
is slapping you in face
and pushing you down,
then deciding to stand up to the bully.
Change is working tirelessly without any gain, then realizing that you are not a slave to the master of one class.
You are the captain of the ship
that is your education.
Change is the caterpillar to a butterfly.
Change is taking the call to fight.
Change is us.

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