written mostly at one go in the Pinterest reply box with minimal editing and far too many notifications to the asshat it's intended for. If it seems reminiscent of the work of someone you love, I would love to know because I'm sure I would love that person's work too.
The one thing that can free us from the crippling debt and inhumane lifestyles common to the lower classes, worse for the disadvantaged, is abolishing the exploitative system that sees us all as fodder, abolishing the system that gives power to the cruel-hearted who turn us against each other so we don't turn against them, abolishing the language that forces us to think in classes and binaries of "us" and "them". We are siblings, cousins, nakama, comrades - we are people, impossibly diverse and improbably fearful yet infinitely similar and intimately familiar, marveling at how one hand fits in another, as if we were made from one piece of something larger, divine.
Down with capitalism, and the concept that offering teenagers up as killers and bullet sponges is the best way to preserve their financial security - our morals should be too precious to be bought and sold. We are not possessions. Down with capitalism, and the concept that making money is more important than respecting sacred places and preserving ecosystem balances - land cannot be owned, it is wild and free and has a spirit all its own, the very land needs to be husbanded rather than violated - met as a partner, not as a target for rape.
Down with capitalism, and the concept that our only value to the world is what we contribute to the GDP - my life and my freedom are worth so much more to me than 40 hours will ever pay, and more importantly every one of us knows in our souls how compassion is the answer to evil, and how being loved and cherished is our most basic desire. We are people, not possessions.
Down with white supremacy, and the concept that any person's life is worth more than another's, that a life can be given monetary value and that apparently $20 is worth kneeling on the neck of a man without resistance or recourse, until that man is dead.
Down with all patriarchy, especially the kind that insists some children are sexy and traps them little by little in gaslit spiderwebs of guilt and expectation until they no longer remember what it was like to be able to do a cartwheel for the joy of life.
You think people fall for lies forever? You think our own experiences, what our own eyes have seen and our own ears have heard, you think these things themselves are lies? If so you will truly become cursed among men, you will toil your life away without respite or reward, and end up ground down and bitter, nothing more than coarse, rocky sand. Open your eyes and look - spend a moment and see the world you walk in, observe the people you move among - we have been offering you our hands this entire time.
We are people, not possessions. We make our own decisions, take responsibility only for our own actions, make right where harm has come to those we love. And we love. Oh, we love. We love the earth, we love the stars. We love each other, and yes, you too. Love as an action is a continuously fulfilled promise to nurture and guide, to be nurtured and to follow guidance. We love this world as much as we are able, despite the cost.
Are you strong enough to love like that, or do you believe the existence of such a promise to be a fairy tale, a flight of fancy, a dream to be spoken of in children's rooms at night but forgotten under the harsh fluorescent lamps of the capitalist machine? Do you believe the world can change?
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