My fingers type an angry beat

On the keyboard of life

As I write a different story

And defy what they told me.

I will not lie down

And I will not stop.

I will sit here and listen

To the shouts of all

Who have been oppressed

And I will beat their stories

Into my keyboard until

Everyone hears it,

Until every key that I slam

And every word that I spit out

Is ingrained into every blank page,

Every Word document,

Into the posters that litter the streets

And beat propaganda into

Heads that could know

The oppression covered up

By the screaming posters.

I will not stay silent

And I do not care if my angry typing

Keeps you awake at night,

Because I hear, and I refuse

To ignore. I refuse

To let the screaming posters

Cover up the cries of the oppressed,

The cries of the wounded

And the scared.

My fingers will not stop

And my words will yell

LOUDER THAN THEIRS,

Those that would silence us all,

Those that would paint over us,

Smile and tell us it’s all right.

I will keep you up all night

With my angry tapping

If that is what it takes

To make you listen,

Because this world belongs

To the oppressed,

Just as much as if belongs

To the oppressors.

My skin makes me an oppressor,

My sex and my sexuality oppressed,

And I will use my skin

To be seen in a crowd,

My sex to rise above stereotypes,

And my sexuality to dare

To be different.

I cannot represent those

That have lived on the bottom

For all these years,

But I can point to them,

And I can record their voices,

And I can angrily type their cries

So fast that I disrupt the rhythm

Of the world to

Force them all to listen.