A response to her watching Wicked.

Transcript:

Are we born wicked or do we have wickedness thrust upon us? Are we born bad or brave? 

There is a world we miss when we misbehave, but we miss just as much when we misconstrue. When we distrust what is different, and detest what is new.

History is written by the victors, and villains are embittered by the forcible and the few. But how we live, our children learn: What we earn when we’re earnest and what we forge when we forgive. Only with a decency do we discover: People are not born evil, we are born equal; green not with envy, but what we envision in each other. A sentimental mankind finding ourselves even in the dark. 

There is a goodness that knows in our hearts: No one is wicked at birth. We are born to light the wick of the Earth. We are all that girl: when something changes within us, something changes within this vast world. We will never be the same, this feeling fervid as a flame has a name: Unadulterated Loving.

Rushing, flooding, together we will stare down the Emerald Tower, we will not cower. We will not let our power take over us, but let ourselves take back our power. We won’t just say we’re sorry now, rejoicify that we’re glad and grateful just to be seen and not listened to. We’ll dream, soar into the blue, rise up to a new reality because defending the good is how we defy gravity. 

So if you dare to find us, look to our West turned eyes! Everyone won’t do good deeds but all deserve the chance to try to be understood as we should and by this they would mourn as wicked, then let this wicked do us good.