they tell me the system is broken
but it’s only true for you and me.
I have been ripped of my essence,
sold it for a few cents.
everything has a price,
including my integrity.
my life is a paradox,
I reek of hypocrisy.
404: error. Integrity not found.
my parents were colonizers
I buy iphones.
I call myself an anarchist
but all i do is reading books.
occasionally I write a blog
entry.
I want to scream at the top
of my lungs: nothing is lost yet.
your labor is your power.
strike and scream with me.