I’ve been standing twice a month in protest of this regime for a year now on a street corner in a small blue town in a large red county. I am not paid. I do this because I believe in truth, justice, and progress.
It’s that simple:
the body as argument,
the street as sentence,
presence as the only proof that matters.
They said the same thing before,
at every march that made them nervous,
every crowd that couldn’t be explained away:
paid, planted, manufactured.
It’s easier to dismiss than to listen.
Easier to believe in money changing hands
than to sit with the weight of this -
that this many people
are genuinely upset.
No one is saying there’s a king.
They’re saying:
power without a leash,
authority without restraint,
a war without justification -
this is not America.
This is fascism.
That’s what the bodies
in the street are saying.
We are not going away.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-03-28 at 23:17
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Enough to Show Up
Some people just care enough to show up.It’s that simple:
the body as argument,
the street as sentence,
presence as the only proof that matters.
They said the same thing before,
at every march that made them nervous,
every crowd that couldn’t be explained away:
paid, planted, manufactured.
It’s easier to dismiss than to listen.
Easier to believe in money changing hands
than to sit with the weight of this -
that this many people
are genuinely upset.
No one is saying there’s a king.
They’re saying:
power without a leash,
authority without restraint,
a war without justification -
this is not America.
This is fascism.
That’s what the bodies
in the street are saying.
We are not going away.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-03-28 at 23:17
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