Nico Diaz, Spring Editor

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Let them be as sheep

Always together, maintained, accompanied

But resembled to the food that they eat


I’d rather be a strong, fierce lion,

Hair swaying back and forth, like a dandelion.

Wind going through my hair, while standing defiant,


To have explore the horizon

To be hunting in a ferocious alliance

Of the humongous, yellow grass.

To run so freely, so fast


Instead of being in a group of followers

I rather be a caller

Instead of being a sheep I rather be silent

I’d rather be a strong, fierce lion.

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