Why I revolution

I am not the roof brought up above me

Or the shaky ground shook by inequality

Economic insufficiency

The stars licked and smudged by deplorable optimist

That have robbed the strive from my immigrant family

Forcing us little ones with the choice of trifling success

Or collecting checks for fake disabilities

Then they picket us when they're the ones who questioned our civility

Xenophobics use infallibility  

To burn holes through thick accents

Ironing our tongues on “made in China” ironing boards.

These are our languages

Our punctuations and pronunciations

You can’t just come and correct me

Based on your second-hand cultural interpretation

It’s cultural cremation

Y no es justo

It’s not fair

Because that my friends is imposed Americanization

I revolution because I’m stuck.

And I’m tired of being stuck in the sticky tones of last year

My shades of anger are different now.

Before it was about me

And why I was hurting

But now I vow:

I solemnly swear to make it about our pain

Our shared hurt

That’s are so different they’ll heal each other

This year is about us.

I’m working on creating uniting metaphors about peace through anger.

I’m learning how to spell revolution in capital letters.

I’m learning that revolution persist through strong minds with mean faces,

Badass humans that only grow stronger and angrier in shitty situations,

And marching like hell to strive for tangible world peace.

Revolution means overturning poisonous soil

And growing colorful gardens of complex peace.

Revolutions started by minorities because they are automatically made inferior

By being called minority.

Revolution is what I do because there are people are against the things I can not change,

But they tend forget that I am what makes them feel normal.