Villain

I wrote this essay for school recently, inspired by the topic 'If I were a villain. I've known loneliness, and to this day, it visits me regularly. I really want to share it because I think I put my soul to it. Someone I hold dear believes that, and believes in me too. So I'm sharing me today.

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If I was a villain, well, there is no “if”.

I am a villain. I am one of the most insidious creatures to grace the earth with my presence. Obviously, if I am so sinister, I must possess some extraordinary superpower – and I do. Several billions of them, actually. You might happen to be one of them.

I commit crimes against humanity. At least once a week, although I try for more, I make sure I have made someone feel uncomfortable about themselves. I make sure that my dark skin and African language makes someone question their entire upbringing. I keep the pitch of my voice natural – the fact that it is as high as a woman’s seems to bother people intensely. I sign petitions for accessibility – I want to make sure that somewhere in America, a devout member KKK branch in North Carolina cannot share the bathroom with a boy who was born a girl.

It seems like I am solely responsible for my crimes, except that, it is only a crime because of your reaction. In my quest for equality, I use the narrow minds of conservatives and discriminators against themselves. I use your ethnocentric beliefs (if you have any) to kill you from the inside. And from time to time, each petty crime is a fatal wound against a stubborn mind-set, and as if this was ‘Twilight’ and I was Edward, the mind-set is reborn, adding to my legions.

My army goes by various names: feminists, pro-gay activists, anti-jihadists and ‘Black Lives Matter’ activists. We have infiltrated the industries of art and entertainment, and we intend on taking control of the business and sports sectors. We own western Europe. We give Donald Trump restless nights. The rulers of Africa and the middle east quake in their thrones as they feel our growing presence amongst their people. The Vatican wars with itself on which of its hypocrisies to give up, so that they might appease us. ISIS grows its army, hoping to succeed where the Taliban could not.

Sometimes I grow weary – my own superpowers can be overwhelming and seek to end me. I consider giving up my fight. When I am close to succumbing to the promises of an easy life I could have by conforming, I draw on my experience of exclusion. I would have to bay for the blood of my fellow villains, because there can be no by-standing in this fight. So I continue my acts of terrorism.

I am the scum of the earth, rising to recreate society, so that I too, might have a place in it.

To you, I extend an invitation to be part of my infantry. Should you decline, you will default yourself to being another one of my powers, waiting to implode upon yourself in an explosion of awareness.

I don’t like being an enemy of the state. I only have an aversion to oppression disguised as tradition.

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