I used to tell people that there was a difference
between interfering where you didn’t belong
and using your privilege to fix something that you knew
and they’d all say that I was profound.
I was nothing but a hypocrite
who sat all day writing words she wouldn’t speak
and starting revolutions she’d never fight.
And you know, that was okay
for a time
until I realized the brittleness of pencil lead,
the fragility of paper,
the weakness that is held by a politician
who refuses to have a voice.
I have spent sixteen years
trying to prove that I have a voice,
yet have spent every one refusing to have a say.
So why not today?
Why not the moment when the woman screams at her class
about how she is trying to save their lives,
if they could only stop for long enough
to take a chance and listen?
Why not start fighting with her?