2007 December:

2006 November:

I hear voices being raised as I
stand impatient; Waiting
for us to Rise.

Drug ourselves to feel our selfs
Unable to tolerate this numb feeling...
Medicated by our parents, our teachers, our faiths
To believe that somehow
I and Id are seperate
Paper was not once a tree
I have a right to education... yet not a right to speak.

I will not tuck away my ideals
my dreams
Trade in ecology for economy
I will stand, awaiting
Let the source stream through my feet.