Day 1,650

When a man pleads for millions of dollars to beat an opponent in politics

I weep

When injustice is the norm and differences are turned into reasons to hate

I sob

When humans already divided become separated further by illness and death

I wail

When I am complete with my grief, my tears no longer spilling into the sea

I rise

When rising is no longer quite enough

I dissent

When my dissent is joined with others and can no longer be denied

We become

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