Snowflake

Yes, Snowflake is my name and I’m proud of it. It’s a name that describes my pure white crystalline color. When people think of me, they think of my intricate design and the way I gently float from the clouds above. Did you know that none of my kind are exactly alike? We are billions, and every one of us is unique. Unlike humans, we will never have a twin. I’m also delicate. It only takes a ripple of air or a puff of your breath to send me soaring away. Maybe it’s because of my unassuming countenance that you find it so easy to defame me.

If you find one of your kind to be less of a bully, less obnoxious about forcing their beliefs on others, and open to being kind to people, you call them a snowflake. Labeling them as one of us defines them as being weak, undeserving, and inferior in every way. By defaming me, a delicate entity, does it strengthen you?

Take some of what little time you have left to consider this. It was snowflakes that caused you to fall and break your spine. Now all you can do is lay out here in the woods and watch us drift gracefully from above. We are joining forces and have begun slowly covering you in a blanket of white. As individuals, we are meek, but together we are mighty. You will understand our power as we entomb your body in snowflakes.