There isn’t any amount of chains
Or whipping posts that can hurt us
There isn’t any amount of small wages
Or long hours that will starve us
There isn’t any amount of burnt pages
Or broken glass that can stop us
There isn’t any amount of voting laws
Or wage gaps that can silence us
There isn’t any amount of Jim Crow
Or burning crosses that can scare us
There isn’t any amount of draft cards
Or machine guns that can change us
There isn’t any amount of privatized prisons
Or racist cops that can cage us
There isn’t any amount of hateful churches
Or Kim Davis’es that can judge us
There isn’t any amount of predatory presidents
Or Richard Spencer’s that can kill us
There isn’t anything that can end us. Nothing.
“If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be a part of your revolution” – Emma Goldman