Nex Benedict's death was just labeled as a suicide.
As insane as it sounds, they still wholeheartedly believe they're the good guys.
They so desperately want to be right.
Hell, one of the state's senators openly said,
"We don't want that filth in Oklahoma."
This much is made clear:
We need to take arms.
We need to band together.
We need to be strong together as one.
We need to not let this become water under the bridge, because if we do,
it's over. Totally and completely done.
We can't take this lying on our backs.
If we must take to the streets to get them away from us, if we must take action and speak out against the oppression and hatred we face, we must.
We have to let them know, to fuck with us means war, and we will fight back every step of the way.
If they wholly believe they are true in their beliefs, and they believe we are filth, scum of the earth, nothing better than the soil beneath their feet, then let them believe it, as we gather support, cause them issues, hurt their state, and make them beg and weep on their knees for forgiveness by the end of it, groveling abouy their mistakes and ill gotten gains and mismannered ideals.
They deserve to be put down and shunned, and truly speaking, beaten to death, but we will show them a different way, despite my want to call for such a thing.
We'll show them a way oppossing the way we are treated, and still perservere.
We will win.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
