How legacy power will pat your head with one hand and erase you with the other. Visibility offered like a prize, then revoked when it becomes too real, too loud, too... effective.
But here’s the thing about grassroots fire: it doesn’t need permission. It doesn’t wait for polite nods from institutions built on erasure. …
How legacy power will pat your head with one hand and erase you with the other. Visibility offered like a prize, then revoked when it becomes too real, too loud, too... effective.
But here’s the thing about grassroots fire: it doesn’t need permission. It doesn’t wait for polite nods from institutions built on erasure. It just keeps burning, reshaping the narrative, pixel by pixel, truth by inconvenient truth.
It’s wild, isn’t it—
How legacy power will pat your head with one hand and erase you with the other. Visibility offered like a prize, then revoked when it becomes too real, too loud, too... effective.
But here’s the thing about grassroots fire: it doesn’t need permission. It doesn’t wait for polite nods from institutions built on erasure. It just keeps burning, reshaping the narrative, pixel by pixel, truth by inconvenient truth.
This wasn’t a setback. It was a signal.
Keep going.
What would you add?