The Story Of A Rebel

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   "Being born in a world where men are the rulers and women have almost no opinion if not none is pretty bad by itself, but it's even worse if you do not pass the standards of this society. My name is Marilyn, and I am proud to say that I am a rebel.
    
    I am not a rebel because I am homosexual, I am not. I am a rebel because I fight against the system that killed my brother. The same system that took my only family away from me and forced my friends to serve as sex slaves in hopes of increasing the population of our race.

    My mother and father died before I celebrated the first year of my life. My brother,  even though he was only six years old at the time took care of me and raised me to be like those who fight for what they believe in.

    And that's what I'm doing.

    I used to see how they took the little girls out of their parents embrace by force and made them into sex slaves. I stayed out of the way. I never got to experienced it. My brother used to keep me hidden from them and I intended to keep it that way. Until the day they ordered to kill him for the crime of protecting me, his sister.

   So here I am now, in an underground room, leading a meeting full of people that, like me, opposed to this cruel system, we were all, at one point or another forced to run away, and little by little we were getting more and more people. Joy, Mary, Rose, Merida, Alicia, Jean, Robert, Aldo. The pioneers of our cause, the cause we are now fighting for.
    
      At first we did not want to fight, we just wanted to have a safe place where we could be ourselves. Our little family attracted all kinds of people: homosexuals,  runaways, philosophers, thiefs you named it. In this small room underground we could be ourselves, do whatever we wanted to do, feel whatever we wanted to feel and express it without the fear that someone may hear and try to kill us.

    Now they had taken one of us, a part of our family, now is the time we fight for what we believe in, so let's raise our arms in signal of a battle and let's take  our society to a better future, let's raise our flag above that one that our oppressors wave in the wind, let's march to a battle that we will win, because they have much to lose and nothing to win, we on the other hand have nothing to lose but much to win. Live's will be at stake, and we might die, but if we die, we will die with the pride and honor of being people who fought for what they believed in, for the cause of wishing for a democracy, for a free country. Now go.

    War has begun"