A O

I had a dream that felt so real
I was a young violent extremist 
Living in a political utopia
I was a busy anarchist
Throwing molotov cocktails
While clenching my fist
Bringing anger and outrage 
spiling blood in the streets
It was me against all
Standing tall
Waving the black flag
With more fire bottles
in my cross body bag
I was an angry wild child
That did not want to live 
In a fucking dystopia
Where people blame 
My gender dysphoria
I was fighting the tyrants
That were making me 
Out to be a hated minority
I was yelling and  screaming 
that I'll always fight an unjust, 
Biased, self serving authority