my hands are sore

I was arrested today.

As I sat down on New Montgomery and Market, I saw them walking towards us, them wearing riot gear, carrying metal battons. As I linked my arms around the people surounding me. I raised my voice, concentrating on the chants, repeating them over and over like a broken record.

" ma'am, please stand " they asked.. NO! I replied and dead wieght was soon to follow. They in thier riot gear flipped me over, I felt a foot on my neck.. my arms twisted back, jabs of pain went through my shoulders. " Were going to break your wrist if you do not cooperate" Dead weight was my reply. " Were going to break your thumb" Go ahead and try I said.

They lifted me up, dragged me to the police van and threw me inside. I spent the next 4 hours inside the holding pen...

My hands are swollen, I can hardly type and I am covered in bruises.

Was it worth it? Hell yes it was. I stood up for somthing today, I along with thousands of others stood up for somthing today and despite the bruises I got, I think I'll do it again tomorow.

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