May everything I write this year be an act of rebellion.
May my pen draw its ink from an ocean rising in fierce waves of collective resistance.
May these waves come crashing down on everything and anything that threatens peace and justice.
May we all roar until our voices come together into waves so fierce that they will sweep bigotry and tyranny out of all the spaces where they reside.
May the fruits of our resistance be worthy of the righteousness of our struggle.
May we see our country settle into a place that belongs to the people, even if all that is likely to be left at the end of a catastrophic storm are ruins and rubble.
May we then build up, brick by brick, cementing together a home with walls resilient enough to keep away all beasts and monsters born of hate, and doors open wide enough to welcome all who come in peace and solidarity.