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We are the 99 percent


First they took my job.
Then my house.
Then they arrested me when I tried to remove my money from their bank.
They shot me in the head with a rubber bullet
and sprayed me with pepper spray.
Despite having fought for them.
And lost limbs.
And children.
I returned to a country without a job for me.
With no place for me.
Except the street.

But they will never take my voice.

I am the 99%.

This has been coming for years. I only wish it had come sooner.

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