When it is time for
the walk home, remember to
hold your head up.
If you can’t, sit down until

you find the strength for it.

Walk like pepper spray, like
don’t fucking touch me, like
don’t make me use this.
Walk like the knife in your
pocket is in your hands,
like you were born with
it there, because weren’t you?

If your body can’t just be a body,

then it can at least be a weapon.

It can at least be yours.

They tell you to
be careful.

They tell your brother to
be good.

Why won’t they let
you be dangerous?
Why won’t they let
you be scary?
Don’t they know?
Don’t they?

" I have learned that a woman can be a fighter, a freedom fighter, a political activist, and that she can fall in love and be loved. She can be married, have children, be a mother. Revolution must mean life also; every aspect of life. "