Guerrilla Warfare

I am a guerrilla fighter, fighting a war that began long before my birth. This war was left to me in my ancestor’s will. They were brave warriors that devoted their life to a war they knew its victory they would never see fulfilled.

In this war, we are not many; too few are brave enough to step out of the comfortable ignorance of our oppression. I walk among you but I do not condone your condemnation of those who do not fit into your criteria of what a human being should be. In this battle it’s hard to distinguish your friends from your enemies. The roles of oppressed and oppressor is very interchangeable. Unlike many of you, I am immune to the fog that refuses to allow you to see these same standards you fail to reach.
But sometimes, I wear your arrogance as a disguise and abide your rules of hypocrisy. Judging my brothers and sisters for their uniqueness using their pain as paint to color my own difference and blend into the bland background that protects me from a target. But under this mask of duplicity, I am a warrior who recognizes a target isn’t a target unless it’s a threat. A threat that brings fear to those gets in its way.
I do not assimilate out of fear; I assimilate to infiltrate. I play by the rules of their rigid game. I know that with my dark skin, “nappy” hair, strange brain, empty pockets, and lack of balls between my legs they’ll never see me as a danger. I’m only comforted by the thought that their realization of their misjudgment of me will be the last thing that goes through their minds before I end their lives.
I am a guerrilla fighter, fighting a war that began long before my birth. This war was left to me in my ancestor’s will. They were brave warriors that devoted their life to a war they knew its victory they would never see fulfilled. Now its is up to me to complete this legacy. I fight for justice, understanding, and equality against oppressive ideals of society.