there was nothing to make him last

we keep wishing we could have been something else, someone else, a person with less scars on their skin, with less pain in their chest; one of those people with these honest smiles and bright eyes - but we’re not and we’ll never be;; try to do with what you have now honey, you won’t change the shape of your body; the course of your childhood; the lack of love in your father’s eyes. this is who you are and it doesn’t mean you can’t make it into something beautiful - it doesn’t mean you can’t grow flowers under you skin - it doesn’t mean you c a n n o t h e a l

there are these people in the hall of our school with their pretty leaflets in three colours blue/white/red this is the revolution! this is the revolution! oh honey please don't claim to be revolutionary when all you are is reactionary; you were beheaded in a time when we killed kings you were a vendéen in seventeen-eighty-nine you are a nightmare of a human and i have to tell you the truth : fascists never get mourned we don't have guns yet but i'm telling you i'm already learning to target you you'll never learn from history you know nothing of history; the truth is our anger never got cured our anger never got tamed we just learned how to hide it better but if you try to let it out you'll soon learn we are fire and your ideas are our dry wood - prepare to burn honey for i do not know pity for i do not know mercy not for people like you not for people like you

he called the police on a monday and waited for two days before he warned us we slept two long nights in dark, isolated Tolbiac without knowing that the very man elected by the students to take care of our education hoped for men with riot gears and stun batons to wake us up this is not something we are going to forget thanks for all the speeches thanks for the kind words we wish a good schoolyear to you too try not to kill anyone we're still ready we're still angry

if humans are made from stars i think all of us were born from the same one chips and pieces of one single entity broken parts needing back together

Maybe i should just sleep for several long days Wake up when the weather is warmer The wind softer on my skin And it doesn't hurt anymore                                                    To open my eyes

they don't shoot us anymore they're too scared that the day blood falls on the pavement we'll take arms once again and win they don't shoot us anymore but they kill us all the same they kill factory workers in their factory job, in their unemployment, in their retirement they kill women and their children and migrants in their boats and workers of all the world together under the same banner, the same gravestone, together inside the same coffin they don't shoot us anymore but they kill everything we ever stood for everything we ever believed in they kill our ability to fight back, they even take our death from us take our martyrs away, take our memories they take our brains and our books and our philosophers and free-thinkers they take the prisons they rot into and the words they left us they don't shoot us anymore but they have killed us a long time ago when they took university and the votes and the weapons when they pictured themselves victorious of a war we were the ones to fight in a time when they still shot us

Maybe it will happen again and this time we will win Maybe it is gone forever and we have lost for good But what we had they'll never take away from us But what we made is part of our souls until the end

You'll be proud of me When all of this is over When we have won and the world is better You'll be proud of me And we'll wake up in each other's arms to another world dawning peace in our chests, smiles on our faces we'll go back to sleep and finally get some rest

I feel like the trees are carrying me Everything that weighs heavy on my shoulders is falling to the ground and spreading into the soil There’s ivy around my ankles and frost across my belly Everything that hurts me is leaving me

you stole my words you stole my poetry you stole the rage that was growing inside of me (you made it your kingdom let me pour the content of my arteries on the carpet of your castle) you tried to break me till i fell on my knees before your royal glory but i'll never have any ruler and i shake with new found fury- (i'll strangle you with my bare hands)