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The “We” Story (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Once we are born, we are suffocated by the lies of politicians as it feels like the pressure and steam between an iron and a shirt. It forced us to be chained down like Israleites and wear the adulterous letter, “I,” like a Hester Pyrnne. We had been cursed to our individuality long enough. We get it: We all feel lonely. We all feel underappreciated. We all want to be loved. But we can never meet our basic needs with no oxygen. We have to breathe. “I” cannot breathe alone. In order to become “We,” “I” had to be left in the past. “I” had become the Goliath, but the strength of David was our “We.” We had learned that it only takes one “I” to start an idea, but it must a “We” to build that idea. And this was the beginning of “We.”


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