IT WILL COME

You can't hide in your job
or hide in your church
or hide in your practice of being pleasant
or even hide in your own optimism
because you cannot hide from what is coming

For all the same, it will come

You can scroll past the news from Venezuela
from Haiti
from the Congo
from Brazil
from Gaza
from Ghana
and HERE
I said HERE
right HERE
like “this ain’t directly making my phone bill late”
but that is simply the illusion that this imperial machine depends on

Delay is not escape
it’s seasoning

and that thing we run from, still will come

these contradictions cannot be voted away
or tweeted away
or sage’d away
or manifested away
we keep trying to escape through the very same exit
that the jailer drew on the wall
like some cartoon tunnel

Look at the pattern
Check out the shape
look at the loop
Stare directly into the lie:

every time we try to use the master’s tools
to exit the master’s dream
we become a sharper tool
for the master’s hand

we get better at serving the system
instead of breaking it

and so the cycle deepens
the slavery modernizes
and hope becomes a service fee

This enemy is insidious
this enemy is practiced
this enemy has perfected
the art of taking your fear
and turning it against you
so that YOU become the thing
that preserves THEIR power

But the fear will collapse
when the pressure becomes undeniable
when the consequences become unavoidable
when the pain of obedience
surpasses the price of resistance

It is happening already
organically
globally
in slow waves of “enough”
stacking on top of “enough”
like bricks of inevitability

they have no intention of ever letting us be free
so the only thing left to lose
is the terror of touching them back

what good is the life of a slave
to the slave who will not fight back?

Breathing in a world that refuses you space
isn’t life
it’s a prolonged drowning
masquerading as survival

So yes
you will be touched
either touched by the hand of rising liberation
or touched by the expanded violence of colonialism
but there is no neutral ground in the aftermath of empire

all who are inside the burning mansion
will eventually feel the fire

and so we will not pretend anymore
that voting is a cape
or that prayer is a passcode
we are beyond the tidy tricks
we are beyond the luxury of polite begging

We are in the zone
where the guard must be changed
and history has already proven
that power concedes nothing

nothing from polite appeals
nothing from well worded petitions
nothing from ballot selfies
nothing from mystic escapism
and nothing from the shimmering mirage of moderation

No
power is only convinced
by force

of number
of strike
of stoppage
of solidarity
of coordinated refusal
of pressure that cannot be reabsorbed
or bribed
or subsidized
or anesthetized

The pressure will build
until the dam cracks
and then breaks
and then floods

the wave will roll
because it has no other destiny

Revolution is not an idea being constructed
it’s a tectonic plate shifting under our denial

it is not waiting on us
we are being carried into it

Revolution is not a promise
it is a consequence

and with the certainty of death at life’s end,
Revolution will not ask permission. 
But it WILL come.