“Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?” ― Friedrich Schiller, Die Verschwörung des Fiesco zu Genua
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?” ― Virginia Woolf
I have always been the quiet mouse.
Never one to rock the boat.
Never tip the scales.
Never speak out of turn.
The events of the last few years have stiffened my spine and I will no longer be quiet.
My roar may be not be obvious or loud, but it is there.
I roar for the refugees being outcast and used as scapegoats by those in power.
I roar for the women who are derided, shamed, and mistreated.
I roar for the children without enough to eat and with no support.
I roar for the people who have no healthcare and cannot afford it.
I roar for the minorities for the mistreatment they suffer.
I roar for the Natives who have suffered so much from decades, nay, centuries of mistreatment.
I roar for the men who feel they have no voice.
I roar for our Earth that is constantly being desecrated by those in power and by the ignorant.
I roar for all the humans beings on this 3rd rock from the sun – we are one, we bleed the same, we cry the same, we feel the same.
I roar for the all.
Perhaps, one day, no one will need to roar to be heard, instead a peaceful dialect will be possible. Perhaps, one day, we will finally all be equal – one people under one sun. Until that time – I will roar.
Katy Perry – Roar