We do not know the meaning of the word easy. Only perseverance. Only tenacity. Only pick yourself up and try again tomorrow. Try harder. Fight harder. This has never been easy.
We only know this: the taste of dirt in our mouths once we have been pushed to the ground so many times our knees forget how to lock and our skin forgets anything but this soil. Dirt from dirt. Ashes from ashes.
And we might not be phoenixes but try to light us on fire and we will scream until our lungs run out of air, and when they run out of air we will scream even louder. We will not try to calm the flames. Instead, we will place our hands on yours and embrace you. Not because we love you, but because we would see this whole city burn down before we stop this battle. Arson is a crime, but this – this is a protest. A silent revolution. No, not silent. We will never be a silent revolution.
We might not be sirens but you cannot drown us. Because the moment you try to hold us beneath the waves, we will start to sprout gills. Our flesh will tear. It will be painful. But the first breath of water filling our lungs will feel like the sea saying hello after an eternity of being away. These cells were not made for the ocean, but that does not matter. We have sat through lifetimes of being told that the things we wanted were not meant for us. That does not matter. We will take them anyway.
We might not be angels but we’ll fly if we want to. Don’t give us your horror stories about Icarus flying too close to the sun. Everyone forgets that while Icarus did fall, he also soared. And if we’re going to fall anyway, we might as well fly first. We will strap the wings onto our backs and melt the candle wax into our own skin and we will jump out of this labyrinth. We will defeat your prisons. In the millisecond between jumping and flying we will be terrified, but soon the wind will catch us and we will soar.
We will come kicking, biting, screaming, and we will fight every inch of the way. We do not know the meaning of the word easy. We only know how to stand up after you have kicked us to the curb. Our legs will wobble. Our eyes will be swollen. But we will stand up and we will fight back.
We do not know easy. We only know struggle.
So that is all we do.