My body shakes and sweat drips from my palms
in anticipation as I stomp through the crowd.
An orb of fire ignites in my chest, bellowing and
flickering as I tell myself this is right, this is freedom.
What does it mean to stand alone? Are you a fool
or a soldier? But the flames continue to seep through
my veins, the same blaze that flared inside Dr. King,
inside Malala, inside the boy in Tiananmen Square.
We hunt for the truth, rise to demolish our oppression.