This is an excerpt from a poem that gives me goosebumps every time I hear it, so I thought I'd share some of it with you.
"This is for the ones who are forgotten. The ones the amendments do not stand up for. For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to, and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself. Do not let a moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats nine hundred times a day, that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean. Do not settle for letting these waves settle, and for the dust to settle in your veins.... This is for the tired and for the dreamers, for the families that will never be like the Cleavers, with perfectly made dinners, and sons like Wally and the Beaver...so grab this world by it's clothes pins, shake it out again and again, jump on top and take it for a spin, and when you hop off, shake it again for this is yours...so when the world knocks at your front door, clench the knob tightly and open on up, running forward into it's widespread greeting arms with your hands before you... finger tips trembling though they may be." --From the poem Shake the Dust by Anis Mojgani