|I'm not that good at criticizing art but, I try.|
NineNine. Nine is my fate, I think as I jog down the hallway in my pack.Nine by Porsheee
My white suit feels tight around my skin, my hand feeling the rough, foreign, material. I am used to the stretchy material of when I was younger- which is only a few minutes ago.
In our society we are numbered when we are very young children- after our pack is formed. I’ve never met my parents, except maybe at birth, but it’s not like I remember anything. I don’t really care, though, that is normal here. Children are born to keep us progressing forward- not for the parents, even if it is their choice to have the kid in the first place.
Also, when you reach your sixteenth birthday you get your mask. You only get your mask then, because until then, you are not a full member of society. Not only does it make it so that you can’t judge by looks, but it also makes it so that none of us will ever know who our family members are. You can only take it off at home, when no one’s there, unle
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready 'cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar