I want our rage. I want them to see it in our eyes and hear it in our voice, and I don’t care if they’re afraid or not, because that’s not the fucking point. It is from our rage that we will change, and what needs to be changed is born.
We see it now, clearly. We’ve always seen it, but we were comfortable. It’s fine. No judgment. Let the past be our teacher, because now, I want our rage, because it will inspire our action. We’re not giving up, and we’re not giving in. You feel it in the air. You feel it. It’s why your anxiety is so high. It’s why you wake up with it sitting in your chest, because you can no longer be comfortable.
Change is here. Change is calling, and it says we can keep doing it their way. No. No. It’s time, past time, for you to scream your vision, because you’ve let them control the story. You’ve let them tell us what to accept, where to work, how to dress, how to be. You’ve let them tell us it’s always been done this way.
You’ve let them tell us nothing can be done. You can’t change it No
You’ve let them make the worst version of you acceptable. How does that feel? You can’t be comfortable anymore. None of us can. Not until we tell the vision our way. So I want our rage Fight how it means for you. It’s enough however it means for you. It is enough. It is our apathy that they expect. They expect that we’ll be too tired from the bullshit that they feed us every day, from the algorithms that only show us what’s wrong but never the solutions, never the good, never the communities that fight in silence, the people who fight in silence, you who fight in silence every day.
I want our rage. I do not want your decorum. I do not want your niceties. I do not want your polite talk or your pandering. We are all uncomfortable. You have a solution. You have it. It doesn’t have to be for everyone. It can be for you. It can be for your family. It can be for your community. You have a solution, and you are not alone.
And do not let them make you believe that they are, that you are. Do not let them make you believe you are, and do not let them tell you what the vision is anymore. What do you want? What do you want? Sit with it. Bathe in it. Let it fill up your mind and your soul and scream it. What do you want? What do you see?
What is the future that you want to create? Bypass them. Bypass them all. You are powerful. You alone are powerful. They would not play this game with us if we weren’t. The whole thing could simply be called submission. Not the fun kind, the kind meant to keep us down, here, accepting the boot on our throats because there’s no other way.
Bullshit I want our rage. Let it pour out of you. Be uncomfortable. You already are, and do not ever, not for one fucking moment, think you can do nothing. You can do everything, anything. You. You What do you want? What do you want? Make it, believe it, bring it here. Show us. Show them. We don’t need them anymore I want our rage.
And I don’t care if they’re afraid or not, because we don’t need them. I’ll see you soon