Candles in the window...
I took them down a few weeks ago.
Today I am putting one back up in front the window.
I AM SO ANGRY AT THIS WORLD. ALL OF US HAVE THE POWER. WE SHALL TAKE IT BACK OR DIE.
I AM TIRED OF PRETENDING THINGS ARE NORMAL.
TIRED OF GOING ON WITH LOIFE AS USUAL. I AM DROWING IN ANXIETY AND UNCERTAINTY.
This is like the feeling of listening in the darkness for the voice of my drunk stepfather. The bat under my bed ready for use if he put his hands on my mother.
I can scare men. I know how. And I think part of me is struggling because I am not out there doing things I know should be part of the resistance of facism.
We all know what it will take. We are just afraid to say it out loud.
Fascism does not die unless you kill it.
Today I am putting one back up in front the window.
I AM SO ANGRY AT THIS WORLD. ALL OF US HAVE THE POWER. WE SHALL TAKE IT BACK OR DIE.
I AM TIRED OF PRETENDING THINGS ARE NORMAL.
TIRED OF GOING ON WITH LOIFE AS USUAL. I AM DROWING IN ANXIETY AND UNCERTAINTY.
This is like the feeling of listening in the darkness for the voice of my drunk stepfather. The bat under my bed ready for use if he put his hands on my mother.
I can scare men. I know how. And I think part of me is struggling because I am not out there doing things I know should be part of the resistance of facism.
We all know what it will take. We are just afraid to say it out loud.
Fascism does not die unless you kill it.
