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there was a time when we were lined against the walls, our bodies falling into shadows, as the fusillade – the bullets sprayed against the concrete and the pavement of the cash cow concentration camps that their wealth had made. and when i looked at you, you looked at me, and then we saw the flash of muzzles lighting – igniting in the rain. and my last thought as my ribs opened up to sidewalks was i have not done enough here to prevent this fate.
pick up those pieces now. we will not give up and say that this is our fucking fate. nobody talked about how we split ourselves freely into camps of identity.
and i awoke, and i was standing on the corner, eyes searching for you and the mess that your veins had made. i knew suddenly this was no time for talking, closed my mouth and opened my eyes – utilize this pain. too many of you have died, fallen by the wayside, it was all a joke to them – the decisions we had made. we had gone so willingly to fight for spaces in between the margins of their narratives, our voice falling off this page.
pick up those pieces now – we will not give up and say, that this is our fucking fate. no, nobody talked about how we split ourselves freely into camps of identity.
and so we organize, we must devise a way to speak our minds without the fear of offending in this new age. get to a place that’s safe, to make mistakes, give what it takes and look into the other’s face – step outside your cage. so when i look at you, you look at me, and then we see we’re fighting the same enemy – then we can engage. take up more space than they have room to give for us to live, our bodies and our voices will be those barricades.
assemble those pieces now. we will not go down this way, this is not our fucking fate. no, nobody talked about how we ruined our brevity all for the sake of identity.
too many pieces on the floor
too many bodies in the folds

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from Self​-​Critical Theory, released September 13, 2016

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