My rage is not tired. It is not “pent up.” It is out there in public, on full f*ing display - in the streets, on the ballot, banging on your door, ready to set shit on fire 1/
My rage is our needs, our wants, our rights, deferred.
If you cannot hear us screaming, it is because you have no ears for us.
If you cannot see our pain, and feel our tears, and taste our fear, it is because you have no senses for us.
My rage is my solidarity.
My rage is real
My rage is wildfire
My rage is toxic
My rage is dragonglass
Stand down or stand back.
My rage will win.
