The world got a little warmer when I stepped into the stagelight. Palms out, chest up, confident movements propelling me through my dance, as I told a story without words.

The people in the front row felt it too,

The message.

"Give people a chance!" my body screamed, waiting for response,

The people in the back row felt it too.

We had a deal with those who hurt us, or called us names, or publicly shunned us for acting differently and being unique. They should be capitalized, as the group was a single-minded machine with many arms, constantly reaching outwards towards divergent and anomalies and people with independent power.

We can win,

the fight,

with kindness.

Nice words can help the other victims

the ones They got to before you.

Reach out to them.

With palms out, chest up, and confident movements, I changed my tiny corner of the world with actions, but others have voices and motives and action and they too are making changes to their little corners of the world.

One

         by

                  one.

We all joined hands and hearts and we beat this. Together. Against the machine that bound us to our discomfort and our differences as if a staple gun had put us there. We rose against the machine with kindness and accepting, and we won.

Let us go to fight a bigger machine. Center stage, with everyone watching.