We refuse to be ordinary.

The ‘Ordinary’ where lines are drawn on shallow definition.

Where definition is limitation-to oppression of selves.

Where oppression turns into words aim at identities of ours.

Instead of locking ourselves in boxes and shapes to fit ‘that girl’ or ‘that guy’ ?

We ask ourselves WHY

Why judge yourself through stranger’s lens?

Why let others put us in boxes and accept those labels as if it’s our obligation?

To fall in line and be binded by the definition of ‘Ordinary’?

To wear the same skin, paint the same colour, right in places but you still wonder..

Just to be ordinary? Are you happy to be ordinary?

We refuse to be ‘Ordinary’.

We wear our own skin.

Deck Me