You can put as many Kopmala Harrises as you want at the helm. You can give us all this bullsh*t justice in a colonial system that is rooted and built in the raping and pillaging of my people, but you cannot save yourself, girl. You is going down and I’m going to be right here smiling because you think you won, girl. You think people are happy, girl. But I promise you, Miss amerikkka. Listen to me loud and clear, Miss amerikkka. Cities will still burn this summer, b*tch! The people are still gonna rise up this summer, girl! You ain’t stop nothing. And I put my position on it. That’s how much I believe and have an unending faith in my African and Colonized poor working class people.
