I almost wish for a war

I am tired. I am tired of all this sheltor-in-place orders, I am tired of the way they think they own the streets, I am tired of our blood, our sweat, our broken bodies, I am tired of their violence. I am tired. They have been waging a war against us since forever. Yet, we are the ones that are expected to be quiet, to be complicit, to be afraid. I am tired of all this. I am tired of watching my friends, my family and my sisters being beaten, raped and murdered. I am tired, and I am done. <br><br>I wish for a war, I wish for them to feel what we feel, to fear what we fear, to be what we are: vulnerable. I want them to be afraid of us, to fear our presence, to be scared of our actions. I want them to feel pain, I want them to scream and to cry. I want them to be us for once, and to stop us from being us. I wish for a war, and I am not sorry. I am not saying this because I like war, I am saying it because I like peace. <br><br>War would be the price they would pay for peace. Or more precisely, the price they would pay for our right to peace. They are the ones who started this, who want us to be forever afraid, and who want us to fight for the right to live, to thrive, to flourish. But we will not fight anymore. We will get what is rightfully ours, and we will take it by any mean necessary. I am not saying that this is right. I am saying that it is necessary. <br><br>If they want a war, they will have one. But we will not fight the war they want. We will fight the war we want, the war we need to win. They have been waging a war against us since forever. They will soon learn how a real war is fought. They will soon learn that they should not have messed with us. They will soon learn what war really is.