M. Hank

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.

I wish for a day where my dreams do not change for each day of the week.

But perhaps I do not.

Because some days I wish for a future where I am always busy, in a city that sleeps even less than I do.

We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars. 

Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.

Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.

I'm not drowning in water, but words.

A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.

The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.

It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.

I will fight forever

When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder

When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger

When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower