I wrote “The Giants” as a battle cry of my generation, who feel misunderstood, manipulated, and trapped in jars. I hope when my peers read it, they will feel invigorated to fight for freedom. This includes fighting against the manipulative power of screens.
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The Giants
by Oliver Dai, age 12
They come with their lenses to inspect us
Like we’re trapped in some specimen jar
Or pinned in a book
They put us in rooms to be filed
To make us feel worthless and lonely, reviled
To think we’re not even our parents’ child
We shiver in our jars
Some want us to change
Some want us to grow
Why are they watching us? I want to know
And how can we be sure
That somebody can actually fix our brains
Are we insane?
Am I okay?
I’m not a project
I’m not a fidget
I’m not to be managed
By a mindless digit
The gray
social allergies
Are bleeding blue
all
over
me
We shiver in our jars
They’re coming
Is to “succeed!”
But in order to make it
Your hands have to bleed
They run the practices and
We run away
But if we’re just kids
Don’t treat us like this
Born for success
To be bold and rich
Every day, our minds are corrupted
We are innocence disrupted
I’m not a blueprint
I’m not a program
You cannot edit our contours or code
And think our souls will not erode
The gray
social allergies
Are bleeding blue
all
over
me
We rise up in our jars
They’re coming
They wonder why we choose to resist
We shoot bullets of anger that sizzle and hiss
We’re steeling for battle with white-knuckled fists
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For anyone who has felt belittled, know that you can always rise in your jars and show the world who you truly are!
