Initially I have already written today's writing but I was corrected on some certain errors I usually make during my post which prompt me to rewrite the writing, I was corrected and redirected by a friend and more like a mentor in hive blog to me,@ovey10. I will be posting the same writeup.
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If living by my own truth is a crime, then let the jury be seated If refusing to blend into the mold of a broken system is rebellion then let the judge take his place. If speaking when silence is demanded is an act of treason then let the gavel fall Prosecute me, I have watched society twist justice into convenience, watched honesty become dangerous while deceit is rewarded The powerful walk free while the powerless suffer in shackles sometimes real, sometimes invisible I have seen men and women swallow their voices, lower their heads, trade their dreams for safety and call it wisdom. But I refuse I refuse to be another pawn, another obedient shadow moving in rhythm with a song I did not choose, They tell us to obey, to follow, to nod in agreement even when the truth glares at us with bloodshot eyes, They tell us that questioning is dangerous, What if refusing to conform is the only way to truly live, So go ahead prosecute me for thinking beyond the limits set by those who fear change, Prosecute me for refusing to lower my voice when my words could spark a revolution Charge me with the crime of dreaming too big of believing that I was meant for more than a routine existence, They say peace comes from obedience but what good is peace if it is built on silence What good is a life spent walking on eggshells, afraid to step too hard, afraid to breathe too loud, Prosecute me for challenging the way things are, For refusing to nod in agreement when my heart screams otherwise For choosing freedom over comfort, truth over deception and purpose over mere survival. If that makes me guilty then let my sentence be a legacy, But know this You may lock my body, you may write my name in the book of the condemned, you may declare me guilty before an audience trained to applaud But you will never imprison my mind, My words will remain, my ideas will travel, my spirit will live beyond every iron bar and every wall built to contain me, So do what you must Call your witnesses, prepare your arguments, deliver your verdict. But remember history has always been kinder to those who refused to kneel.