I cry out with a heart of an anarchist being shaped into a pacifist.
I want to put my fists through the hearts of the oppressors.
I show them love.
I bleed onto my enemies.
I bleed for you.
Written in 10/14/2008 I found this poem in one of my old journals. It was during my first year at a Methodist seminary after I had been part of an anarchist community in Cali.