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they say the system is broken. it isn’t. it works exactly as intended.

I gave up parts of myself to fit in, called it survival, called it success. lies.

my integrity was the first to go. then my time, then my voice.

I know what I am: a product of empire, plugged into the same machines I claim to hate.

my ancestors built borders. I shop online. I write about justice from inside this walls.

I want to scream, but sometimes I just scroll. sometimes I forget what I’m angry about. sometimes I remember and still do nothing.

today I remember: your labor is your weapon. your silence is their fuel.

so don’t give them either.

strike refuse scream

with me.