I got pepper sprayed but I'm fine
They trapped me and beat me with their bikes but I'm fine
I got hit in the leg with a rubber bullet but I'm fine
My eye ruptured when they fired a tear gas canister at my head and I am probably going to lose it after surgery tomorrow but I'm fine
but I'm fine
but I'm fine
but I'm fine
We keep saying it because we are breathing
Because others are not breathing
Because we don't want you to worry
Because we don't want to take up too much space
but I'm fine
And how much more would have to happen
how much do we need beaten out of us
How many tears do we shed
Before we admit we are not fine?
They are shooting at us
They are arresting us
They are running cars through us
But I'm fine
I'm not
:eek:
Your dedication to change and emotional observations are an inspiration.
:mittens:
:mittens: , but on fire
Nominated for the Modern Marat award. Gods know you could use a dose of terror right now, properly aimed.
The first three lines are nearly verbatim me, Ali Velshi, and the dude who lost his eye. Needs a little more work but I wanted to vomit it somewhere before it fizzled
wow, that was so good!
I could almost feel myself in these situations by reading through your lines.
That's amazing !