Be proud of your existence
A letter to all my friends,
I urge you to tether yourself to the night sky and step outside of your uncertainties. There is no truth truer than star light - all that you have been led to believe will fade in comparison.
Please realize that that all of us are a culmination of someone's worship, the brickwork of our guardians' love; collectively, we are divinity exemplified.
We are soups made of the same stock, mansions rooted by the same foundations, an intricate embroidery of youngsters torn by the same dilemmas.
So when they insist, wanting to tear us up and divide, wanting to accuse and point - tell them that you are a wanderer.You do not define yourself by sect or colour or religion - your humanity and your mind are both far too large to fill these shallow holes of distinction.
Let them know that yes, you hear what they say. You have temporarily written their judgement and discrimination on the surface of your lungs, never allowing the ink to sink in, and exhaled it with no further thought.
So control the wobble of your chin, the stutter of your lips but never try to tame the wilderness of your heart. Smile at them, full tooth and glory, let them know they have no power in the land of open-minded journey-men and -women.
We can not be found within city lines, can not be held by any dams - our skin pigments and desires carry no cracks, no remorse, no guilt, and no shame.
Never apologize for your struggles, the calluses on your hands or your skyscraper ambitions. These are all a part of your beautiful existence.
And when they try to set you on fire, remind them that you are even more beautiful aflame - laugh heartily, knowing that you are igneous. Knowing that you are the phoenix birth of an artist, of a philosopher, of a raging scientist just waiting to happen.
Rejoice. By Tanya Tewari
I urge you to tether yourself to the night sky and step outside of your uncertainties. There is no truth truer than star light - all that you have been led to believe will fade in comparison.
Please realize that that all of us are a culmination of someone's worship, the brickwork of our guardians' love; collectively, we are divinity exemplified.
We are soups made of the same stock, mansions rooted by the same foundations, an intricate embroidery of youngsters torn by the same dilemmas.
So when they insist, wanting to tear us up and divide, wanting to accuse and point - tell them that you are a wanderer.You do not define yourself by sect or colour or religion - your humanity and your mind are both far too large to fill these shallow holes of distinction.
Let them know that yes, you hear what they say. You have temporarily written their judgement and discrimination on the surface of your lungs, never allowing the ink to sink in, and exhaled it with no further thought.
So control the wobble of your chin, the stutter of your lips but never try to tame the wilderness of your heart. Smile at them, full tooth and glory, let them know they have no power in the land of open-minded journey-men and -women.
We can not be found within city lines, can not be held by any dams - our skin pigments and desires carry no cracks, no remorse, no guilt, and no shame.
Never apologize for your struggles, the calluses on your hands or your skyscraper ambitions. These are all a part of your beautiful existence.
And when they try to set you on fire, remind them that you are even more beautiful aflame - laugh heartily, knowing that you are igneous. Knowing that you are the phoenix birth of an artist, of a philosopher, of a raging scientist just waiting to happen.
Rejoice. By Tanya Tewari
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