Young Volcanos

If you are reading this, then a few things have happened. I have died, and you found this amongst the dust of the fascist FEMA death camp. Or I have died, and you are now in what use to be my cell. In any case, I need you to know I love you. Even thought I don't know you, I love you. I sit in this concrete cell with the pieces of thin paper I've found on the yard, that I’ve have stuck together with spit, the pencil I made from mucus, and the ashes of the fires they use burn bodies. I only have a toilet to keep me company, with a small window that lets in rays of sunlight. I’m forced to reflect on the past in here. The world wasn’t alway like this, so grey and plain. It was once colorful, like a Beatles album.
   I remember the softness of her hands and voice, the warmth of the pads of her hands on mine, how her lips always tasted like cherries because of the brand of lip gloss she used. I remember the first time she spoke to me, full of angst and passion as she yelled in debate class for not believing in the voting process. “You are an Idiot ! Do you really think not voting is the answer ?" “we are playing a rigged game of politics! In order to have a revolution you have to do something radical!” I snapped back. I saw myself as the new age Malcolm X or Magneto back then, quick to form or aid in any protest for injustice, but in that moment as I looked at her, all I could truly think was the Beatles. I sang to myself
       “Can I tell you something I think you’d understand
       When I say that something I wanna hold your hand
       I wanna hold you hand.
       Oh please, say to me You'll let me be your man
       And please, say to me You'll let me hold your hand.
       I'll let me hold your hand I wanna hold your hand."
   Four years. I had four years of cherry lips,music, and activism. Things began to change soon after that, not between us but the world. Bills where passed cooperations became more powerful, and soon they began to shape the world in their image. First they went after the activist and hackers. I lost many friends, in anger I grab my phone and called every extremist I knew, ready to spill blood for a cause. “what do you think you're doing?”
“If they want to spill blood, then lets do it right if they want a domestic terrorist I’ll give them one!” Before I could dial she held me close, and whispered to me.
       “when the broken-hearted people
       Living in the world agree There will be an answer,
       Let it be.
       For though they may be parted There is still
       a chance that they will see There will be an answer,
       Let it be.
       Let it be, let it be ,Let it be, let it be
       Yeah, there will be an answer,
       let it be.”-The Beatles.Let it be.(1-9)
   With hope we watched on as rights were taken, while most never spoke up out of fear. The ones that did speak up disappeared. Music, art, and films were banned. They soon set their cold gaze on lesbians, gays, and transgenders. Why do they hate so much? Why do they fear anything “different”? We become leaders of small a militia, when interracial relationships became banned. We held each other closer then, knowing we now are on their list. They took her while she was on her way to visit her parents. I could only imagine the fear in her heart, and the pain her body felt. I spent the next few days crying, and drinking myself to death. Angry at myself , and a God that wasn't there.I fell into depression and lost count of days and hours ,so when they came for me ,I didn't know when it was. I just sat and sang to them as they blacked bagged me.
       “ Black bird singing in the dead of night
       Take these broken wings and learn to fly
       All your life.
       You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
       Black bird singing in the dead of night
       Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
       All your life.
       You were only waiting for this moment to be free.”
   They cut my hair, each lock that fell was a promise not kept by my country. They beat me, questioned me, and torture me. I’m numb to this world. The cruelest thing they do, is let us out on circular track, as if to parade their dirty work. There’s TV out there that broadcast’s the final words and death of other prisoners with the electric chair, to further their mental torture. The prisoner in the cell next to me cries every night. She is transgender the withdraw of no estrogen has made things worst for her. I tell her ever night that she beautiful, in hopes she hears my words through the wall.
   One night I hear her whimpers and begged her to stop, but its to late. I heard her door open, followed by a loud bang. Her whimper has stopped. It is in this moment that I become more than a heartbroken shell of my former self. I became disruptive. When they let us out I started fights with inmates hoping to spark life back into their eyes. I fought with the guards and lost, but I can feel again.They mark me for execution and the next day I’m brought to the kill room. While they set me I looked into the camera that is showing this to all of the prison, and sang
       “Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly
       He got joo joo eyeballs He one holy rollers
       He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker
       He just do what he please He wear no shoeshine
       He got toe jam football He got monkey finger
       He shoot Coca Cola He say I know you, you know me
       One thing I can tell you is You got to be free
       Come together, right now
       Over me.”
   They knocked me out before I can finish, the only thing they could do because they couldn't move fast enough. I wake up in my cell with a broken jaw and I can hear the guards talking outside my door. They are going to just shoot me here in this cell. Don't mourn me too long, Every night I’ve slept here Ive dreamed of her. Only theres a larger glass dome keeping me from touching her,and with luck and love when this is done the glass will shatter.
   So the last piece of me on this paper is for you. I leave you with these few words: never let them take your soul. Although we will never meet and I may never know the comfort of your lips, hold your face with my hands and wipe the rain drops off your warm cheek, laugh at one of your corny jokes, or never hold you during a heartbreak, I love you. With every piece of stardust that makes my body I love you.