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“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased