What is normal?
A standard that lasts for little time,
then changed when we please?
An extra thing to worry for,
because if we are not normal,
what are we?
Different.
Off.
Weird.
And to the most normal of them:
Dangerous.
We, who push the boundary.
And they, who hold the line.
Forever at war, until the right gets it's way.
They have forever fought for so many things.
Whatever came next, they were against it.
We, however, have always stood for one purpose:
Expression.
They fear everything we are,
from loving,
to creative.
But they never fear for the future,
until we enact it.
Try to stomp out the seeds of growth.
You shall never crush them all.
And in the end,
you need not eat the fruit,
so just step away from the tree.
Is it normal to fight what is normal?
I don't care, and neither should you.
We're different.
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