At some point, they will realize they cannot craft you into what they want. You are not clay. You are not meant to be guided.

You are the tree whose might broke the concrete. You are the tree whose roots tripped the bootlicker.

You are crowded but you will not be stopped. You will not allow society to make you anything but what you wish for yourself.

You be mighty, and they will see what a mistake it is to try to cut you down.