Universe

Is it okay to be 

yourself

in a world where

each person is a 

reflection

of someone else? 

 

Individuality is not 

an original equation from a single person, 

but an 

amalgamation of all variables even barely mentioned. 

 

The definition of originality

is freedom, 

not allowed by elected superiors

or fought for with valor and courage, 

nor a creation of the mind,

nor a physical contribution from higher beings,

 

but originality is 

a stolen 

and inspired

art

of mimicry 

that stems from every object and action existing, 

 

and that is what makes yourself so beautiful — 

not because

you are the primary version of yourself,

but because

you are forged from every thing 

that ever was and is and ever will be —  

 

that is not to say that

you exist because others exist, 

but to say that 

others exist because you exist;

 

you,

a single being constituted of every other single being in the complexity of the universe, 

are the base of all other beings. 

 

You

are the

universe.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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