But my world doesn’t allow girls to be a part of and just like everything they long for. My world sets limits for them. My world, just like my earth, just like my boys, doesn’t let me fly.
A protest is in order. A protest against the unfair reaches of gravity and other such natural catastrophes. A protest to prove that we can fly. A protest to show our devotion to our dreams. A protest to show what little power those dreams hold over us and everyone else.
A protest just to push the limits of gravity and life.