Echo and Ink

Smoke chokes the horizon of Los Angeles.
Thousands run from the fire—
while those in power burn the future for profit.

This isn’t disaster.
It’s policy.

And the only thing worth saving now
is each other.

Obedience without orders.
Capitulation before the blow.

Some kneel from fear.
Others kneel for favor.

But tyranny feeds only itself.
It takes your dignity, your name, your spine—
and gives you nothing back but ash.

Refuse to bow.
Refuse to follow.

You are not here to serve the rich.
You are not here to suffer quietly so someone else can buy another yacht.

You are not disposable.

Fight back against any government
that tells you your life is worth less
because your bank account is smaller.

Dignity is not negotiable.

If you weren’t in those rooms—
why hide the names?

If you weren’t on the list—
why bury the files?

Survivors have screamed into silence long enough.

Trump’s fear of the truth is louder than any denial.

We’re not stupid.

Hide the lies, but we still see you.

#Epstein

It’s one gut‑punch after another:
tax cuts for billionaires, ICE raids on families, churches turned into PACs.

These are not policy disagreements.
They are moral assaults on our democracy.

You don’t need to swallow them.
Resist. Speak truth. Reclaim what’s sacred.

#WeAreNotDone

To those who rely on Medicaid or SNAP:

You are not imagining the fear.
You are not overreacting.

You are being told—clearly—that your survival is negotiable.

That is violence.

And you deserve better.

We see you.
We are not leaving you behind.

#NotDisposable #WeSeeYou

They promise paradise for the wealthy—
paid for by stripping care from millions.

Tax breaks for the few. Cuts to Medicaid, food, clean energy.

That’s not sacrifice.
It’s theft.

We don’t slash safety nets to feed billionaires.
We feed people.

#BBB

SCOTUS silences judges—limits justice.

A “monumental victory”?

Not if it means stopping care, protection, rights.

When the law turns on its own guardians,
the failure is not with them—but with a system losing its compass.

Stay vigilant.

#JusticeEnough

Bombs are not strength.
They are the failure of imagination.

When a man trades diplomacy for fire,
it is not power.

It is cowardice—
wrapped in a flag,
and sold as peace.

Grief is coming.

Don’t look away.

#Iran

They creep out from dark shadows.
No warning. No mercy.

This isn’t law.
It’s terror in a uniform.

If destroying families is your job—
then the system is already broken.

We don’t need more hate dressed as policy.
We need more courage.

End the raids.

If the system asks you to go numb,
to stay silent,
to turn away from the suffering of your neighbor—

it is not protecting you.

It is breaking you.

You are not the flaw.
You are the one still feeling.
And that means you’re still free.

Over 11 million souls,
not demanding power—
demanding principle.

You did not march for spectacle.
You marched for dignity. For truth. For each other.

No crowns.
No tyrants.

Only people, rising together.

#NoKings

Tanks roll in D.C.
Marines patrol your block.

But your courage isn’t forged in uniforms.
It’s forged in community, in solidarity, in relentless refusal.

You carry democracy in the streets.

This is not spectacle. This is witness. This is resistance.

#NoKings

Some days you won’t feel brave.

Some days you’ll barely feel present.

That’s okay.

Staying is still an act of courage.

There’s no neutral ground in oppression.

Silence is permission.

Kindness is defiance.

Choose your side with your feet, your voice, and your heart.

They send troops to silence you.

But silence is not safety.
And obedience is not peace.

Stand loud. Stand clear.
Your voice is not a crime.

Some days, survival is the triumph.

You don’t need to rise and shine.

Just rise.

You’re not falling short.

You’re overloaded.

Rest is not a reward.

It’s how you stay human.

They want you numb.

Stay alert.

Stay soft.

Empathy under pressure is not a flaw—
it’s a form of resistance.

Staying above water isn’t weakness.
It’s grace.

And every time you surface for breath—
it’s a kind of quiet defiance.

To my LGBTQ kin—

I see the weight you carry.
The laws. The stares. The silence.

And still, you rise.

You are not a problem to fix.
You are a truth too bright to erase.

Stay loud. Stay soft. Stay here. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Some will try to pull you under.

Not out of power, but panic.

Don’t mistake their chaos for your truth.

You are still afloat. You are still you.

Pride is not a performance.

It is survival made visible.

A refusal to vanish.
A history written in joy and blood.

To everyone still here—
still loving, still fighting—

You are the revolution.

#Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Your kindness will never be wasted.

Even if no one notices,
the world is slightly less cruel because you showed up gentle.

When the noise grows louder,
grow quieter.

What’s essential does not scream.

You were not made to drown in the expectations of others.

Come up for air.

Find your sky.

The world will still be there tomorrow.

You don’t need to be extraordinary today.

Just be kind.

That’s rare enough.

Fascism thrives on your silence.

Your voice, however cracked, is a weapon.

Speak. Even softly.

It still counts.

When they try to sink you, float.

Not to spite them—
but to remind yourself:
you are made of something that doesn’t go under.

The news won’t tell you this:

Every time you choose patience over anger,
empathy over apathy—
you are building a world the headlines forgot to imagine.