it was standing on the sidewalk and being clocked in the jaw by a police officer in riot gear for no reason. it was filming a 17 year old girl with pink hair getting bum-rushed by an officer and then struck in the leg with his baton. it was covering my face like i used to. it was the black bloc kids handing me flyers. it was standing up to the lines of officers like i used to, feet firm with fingers held steady in peace-signs, unmoving. it was the can of red spraypaint i emptied as i stenciled down market and up van ness, staining my gloves and fingers. it was the photos everyone took of the actions i did. it was the smiles i received for standing up again. and to think i almost lost all of that. and i'll be back out with the rest tomorrow.
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