The forgotten, the neglected walk the same streets we roam.
They are called the ugly, even though the more beautiful has never been felt. They are told they are not worthy enough, yet without them, none of what we see could exist.
They have been lied to, stepped over, shoved into the background, everyone expecting them to guard the silence, keep the peace. But that’s not what we need.
We don’t need society to tell them they are useless, we don’t need humanity to call them worthless, when on their back, others are catching a ride, filled with unreasonable pride.
With fairytales, we don’t create illusion of importance.
We break all corrupt lenses, clear all deceitful eyes.
Spirit of Tara 