Over the river and through the woods

By Scratch

A red brick tucked behind their back

Ready to smash a hole through every riot shield

I reach up to put my hand on their shoulder

Are there even other ways left to fight this?

Others empty bins of trash into the streets

Tinder for the fire this time

The sound of the crowd disappears briefly

Shock ringing after thunder flashes

Powerlessness is overwhelming 

Comadre con copal on charcoal bathing us

We cry together in the metro streets

Two masked diasporic humans 

Maybe it is the tear gas

In the heart of the empire

We hold tight to each other 

Empathy as the arrests begin

Eye in the midnight sky watching overhead 

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Hi, my name is Scratch. What’s yours? Born and raised in the city of San Francisco. I am a creative and an organizer. I am community centered. I am dedicated to dismantling oppressive systems and to cultivating equity and justice for all people. La cultura cura.