Tell me you don't matter to a universe that conspired to give you such a tongue,
such rhythm, or rhythmless hips,
such opposable thumbs.
GIVE THANKS, or go home a waste of spark.
SPEAK, or let the maker take back your throat.
MARCH, or let the creator rescind your feet.
DREAM, or let your god destroy your good and fertile mind.
This is your warning, this your birthright.
DO NOT LET THIS UNIVERSE REGRET YOU.
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