rally the riots
break the cage
no more quiet
this, my friend, is a poem. and my verbal diarrhea is me regurgitating all of this shit that has been shoved down my throat around this case, and the mike brown case, and many other cases coming out of the same race relation issues that we see everyday in this country. this is a personal statement about my rage. this is not some political propaganda. this is not a message to the masses. this is me. i am angry. i am enraged at the, to use your term, "domestic terrorism" that is molding justice and its meaning and its practice on qualifications of race and class. rally the riots in our minds and in our chests to break that caged in feeling. that is what it means, for me. i also don't believe that rioting is the best response, but i understand the frustration that would lead one to do so. that same feeling of having someone tear down something you fought to build, that same feeling of watching the history of your hard work burn before your eyes at the hands of selfish, senseless people, that is the feeling of those affected by the riots just as it is the feelings of those starting them. that's what i understand, that no one should have that riot raging within them, unaddressed.
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