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It is something we are born in, we are seen in,
Something we believe in to fit in, But it's not culture that's our song, It's the love we feel all along, To belong, to bond, With those who make us feel secure, More mature, if we agree with what they say, What they pray for and what they lay down their lives for. How they see the world and feel the world, How their story-telling unfurls; The books that tell us how to live, When others hear it like a sieve; As it goes through, they can't accept that, Can't see how anyone can accept that, What they're told is the truth, But isn't that how we always learn, me and you? Why don't we choose to be open, To remain unspoken, just as a token; As our appreciation to others' beliefs? Understanding evolves and so must our values move on, But those who want to stay? Don't get up and get in their way, Let them remain in the comfort. Something we all strive for And try for; something we would die for, Or, rather, stay alive for. Culture is what you choose to be, How you choose to see, to believe, How you choose to live. Be brave ad embrace The new or be just as brave and cradle that which Has been told to you, given as truth, And do now what you've heard said, that: When you're older, you'll respect culture.
Originally written in 2015, age 19; edited 2020, age 24
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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