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No matter how far I run

how loud I scream

how hard I try

I'm never fast enough

never loud enough

never good enough.

Because even if I am,

I'm not.

Can you hear the roar of the crowd? 

The thousands of people, 

Kids, teens, adults and seniors. 

All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government. 

We will not be silenced. 

For every woman being raped.

For every trans made illegal.

For every Native forced out of their home.

For every black person called “lesser.”

Preamble

Part One: “Of the People”

Let a symphony of voices form a cacophony so loud

God themselves won’t be able to ignore our 

grief, our

sorrow; the shattered fragments of our hearts

“Harris is a communist,” My grandfather protests. 

“Better a communist than a felon,” My father shoots back.