DOOMED is a choice. Broken before we're buried, eyes on fire with anger, it's a choice. Blinded, silenced, dosed and left on the sidelines - choice. Cowering, life a night-lined alley, only fear says we're alive, we're making a choice. Powerless is a choice. They don't give us power, they don't take it away, we make a choice. Homeless, penniless, forgotten - you have a choice. Sitting in a classroom, daddy paid the tuition - you have a choice. Stuck on the train, back and forth to work again - you have a choice. Old man, death in the eyes, grandchildren whispering goodbye - you have a choice. Dark skin, light skin, skin covered in blood, thin skin, bruised skin, old and loose skin - you have a choice. It may feel like you don't, but every brick in the foundation of existence is choice. Between every breath is choice; underneath the fingernails, choice; mucus lining the eyes, wet with choice. Let their dark and dirty dungeon be your castle. Let the pain be life. Know that every day the sun shines, sheathed or not in storm clouds. Every day it shines its light. Right now, this time, is your time - make a choice. Be a flashlight. Sticky, oozing, gooey, evil casts shadows - they don't make us hide, it's a choice. Seven billion flashlights don't allow for darkness, flashlights don't hide. Even masked in thunder, even with the night on one side, every day the sun shines. Choose to be an ally. Shine just as bright. You will not be alone, and together we cannot be defeated. Doomed is a choice. I say, "Fuck darkness." I will shine like a light, every second of my blessed life. This is my choice.
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.