*he stood before the class, prompt ready to read, his voice boomed with focus and meaning, no malicious intent was heard in his words.*
I stand before you
Not as a man
Not as a woman
Not as an object.
But as a fractured soul.
My words this day shall carry the wisdom that has been passed down through the ages and current status.
I speak as someone who witnessed great trials and suffering that most would seem as inhuman and barbaric.
For I bear the scars of suffering upon my flesh and soul.
For I was raised in a world of HATRED.
I live as if I was a mere totem of the failings of society and parenthood.
However, I no longer exist in such a capacity...
Now I stand as a testament of sheer enduring will and resilience.
For I have been forged in the fires of suffering and poverty.
I will continue forth to strive for a better goal in life that transcends the status quo.
For my hatred may set the foundation for my salvation, but my valorous heart shall pave a path for an ideal that I shall obtain.
For my life and future is in my own hands.
As I stand before you...as a human being.
*He spoke in a manner of a grand speech, his voice was loud and clear.*