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I have come to know who I was meant to be, or at least I think I have

I have come to know how oppression works, at least I think I do

I have come to know what is ethical and what is not, or are my lines arbitrarily mapped

I have taken time to think about my life, but have I moved forward with it

I think of my past, my present, my future the map to my life unfolding

I see what I’ve done and what I hope to experience and I have come to realize something

I am part of an enormous painting, one that is committed

To ending oppression in all of its forms from patriarchy to racism and classism

I don’t know who I am but I know who I’ll be and I know where I will stand

I am one pixel, one dot, one stroke on this painting of ending all forms of oppression

And when I get discouraged, doubtful, and drab I cannot forget this painting

For it is not a portrait of me or of you it is a painting of all of us, a painting of freedom

I will keep fighting the fight for true equality, I will not be deterred

I will listen, I will love, I will chose to speak up

Because without all of us dots, us pixels, and strokes there would be no painting

And the beautiful idea that we can all achieve liberation is a reason to keep creating

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