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I WANT A RIOT

Oct 23
1 min read

By Ruth Cowell



If I die at the hands of a man

I don’t want a vigil

Quiet candlelight

Well-behaved tears rolling neatly down cheeks

That silent ache in your chest

Anger swallowed and suppressed

If I die at the hands of a man

I want anarchy

Screaming in the streets

I want revolution

Retribution

I want you to fight

If I die at the hands of a man

I want my sisters to reclaim our right to be safe

For those of us left behind

Still dodging bullets and blows

And for those of us yet to be born

Into this broken, burning world

If I die at the hands of a man

I want a fucking riot.





 
 

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