They will come for you.
They will rob you of your balloon and ask you to smile.
They will come for you.
They will come for your magic.
They will come because your heart glows in the dark,
Because you are familiar but not the same,
Because there is love in your throat,
Because every nine months you give birth to a soldier.
They will come for you just in case.
So put your dreams in your front pocket,
Use the ones before you as ankle weights,
And erase the sun.
The oppressed outnumber the oppressors.
Protect your magic.
Freedom is on the move,
And they will come.
-Jacob Banks
-The boy who cried freedom
