Another Version of Me

Hands held high,
with warriors in our throats,
we demand justice.
No amount of sing-song euphemisms
will suffice.
Its personal this time
and 6,000 college students
do not back down.
We will stand and stand
with grass between our toes
at the steps of the White House
because it is our house.
The first amendment in my pocket;
I know what we deserve.
And this time,
hand shakes are not enough.