Scientists will tell you
A checklist
An equation
A law
A rule
They will hold the ruler up to your face
and tell you
Indeed, you live
With pretty words like homeostasis
and reproduction
They will attempt to define you
Squeeze your very essence
Into a box made of
Words
Enough, I say
We are resistance
To the oppressive chaos that surrounds us
We are NOT order
We do not fit into a category, we are not dwarf stars or meteors or nebulae
We are life
The only force that attempts to find meaning in an empty vacuum larger than infinity
And we are lonely
A checklist
An equation
A law
A rule
They will hold the ruler up to your face
and tell you
Indeed, you live
With pretty words like homeostasis
and reproduction
They will attempt to define you
Squeeze your very essence
Into a box made of
Words
Enough, I say
We are resistance
To the oppressive chaos that surrounds us
We are NOT order
We do not fit into a category, we are not dwarf stars or meteors or nebulae
We are life
The only force that attempts to find meaning in an empty vacuum larger than infinity
And we are lonely
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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