To Hazareji
Aug. 19th, 2011 02:05 pmI am just a young person, one of those nameless, rebellious young people who wear less clothes and more make-up. I am just a young person. I do not understand. I am hot-headed, naive and believe the world to be good.
I am the fairer sex, the weaker sex. The changing times have granted me an opinion but my age ensures that it has little weight. I am quiet. I am frustrated.
I have to do as everyone does, live as everyone lives, say what everyone says.
I may not understand what you are doing, but I do know that you are doing it for me. Me, my brothers, my sisters. Our time on earth is brief. Yours, even briefer. But still you care, you care enough to change the status quo and for that I thank you. This is no opinion. No, it is an expression. An expression of heartfelt gratitude.
Thank you for giving me the power to say no. Thank you for giving me the power to voice my frustrations. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
From,
Me.
I am the fairer sex, the weaker sex. The changing times have granted me an opinion but my age ensures that it has little weight. I am quiet. I am frustrated.
I have to do as everyone does, live as everyone lives, say what everyone says.
I may not understand what you are doing, but I do know that you are doing it for me. Me, my brothers, my sisters. Our time on earth is brief. Yours, even briefer. But still you care, you care enough to change the status quo and for that I thank you. This is no opinion. No, it is an expression. An expression of heartfelt gratitude.
Thank you for giving me the power to say no. Thank you for giving me the power to voice my frustrations. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
From,
Me.