The tree leaves die in fire and my people call it autumn.

When the ocean forgets How high her waves can riseAnd all her might, how she can Submerge all the sunlight,The moon pulls her and Reminds her of the tide.

Mad girls despise despots, shut down fascists with grace. Mad girls glow with revolution, they’re more than just a pretty face.

Teach your daughter to use her own sword, so when she is in a battle she wouldn’t have rely on someone else’s.

Our words run like fugitives from hands sodden in blood, all anxious and frantic trying to break free the voice captivated in a free land.

they shower water cannons but they do not know you’re a seed buried in the soil ready to geminate and penetrate your head out in this turmoil.

they’d want you to diffuse into the smoke but do they know they give birth to clouds who bring rain and thunder?