You want to put this in this monolith,
This singular movement,
One person.
But you have not seen the power of individuality,
Of those with different experiences,
Different lives.
It's so easy to dismiss us as "The Climate Movement",
Not remember our names,
"The Greta of ...".
We have our stories,
We have our experiences,
Our hopes and fears.
Our unity should never be mistaken for some sort of conformity,
There is no conformity,
Only a common goal.
I own my stories,
I own my struggles,
I own my victories and losses.
Every single word spoken through a megaphone,
Or written in a petition,
Those are crafted from experiences,
From us seeing with our own eyes,
What the state of the planet is.
It is easy to break a promise to an invisible entity,
But not to millions of youth with their own voices.
It is easy to ignore the cry of one,
But impossible to ignore the roaring thunder of our stories.