I can almost assure you
That every activist has come across the question, “What the hell am I doing?”
But I don’t want to make an assumption for everyone
So let me try again.
I am an individual active in social change
And while I gauge
What I can change
I often contemplate whether what I’m doing will be worth it in the future.
Fuck yeah I cry ‘til I die in the wee hours of the night
Sob and I moan ‘til there’s nothing left to mope about.
(I kid you. There is ALWAYS something depressing in the world every day.)
Wish I could just drop everything and lay on the ground
Stare at the stars
And wake up to earth’s crisp morning with the sun playing peek-a-boo.
I wish Life wasn’t such a melodramatic asshole.
We argue with each other
I ask hir why ze is having lucrative affairs with
And greedy cowards.
KEEP ON FIGHTING.
Bodies may die but let the voice carry through in the struggle for justice.