I will admit this much,

it was, in part,

my fault, and as such,

I'll sew the seams, torn apart.

I give you imperfection,

but the strength to heal

the broken connection.

I give you hurt,

I give you pain,

but your power

I'll reassert.

I give you weakness,

for the chance to turn your cheek,

I give you meekness,

your enemy's horizon's are looking bleak.

I give you a dark past,

but you can rise above,

you think you're last,

your bonds you are free of.

So rise, my sisters,

and rise, my brothers,

rise above all

become the resistors.

I give you… a revolution.