They dismantled our camps. They tortured us any way they legally could. They spread us out, left us isolated.
But they didn't get rid of the occupation. We're still here, loving, and occupying, and LIVING. We're. Still. Here.
They tried to bury us. They didn't know we were seeds.
I'm still here, I'm with you, every single person that ever lent a hand to the camp, held the line with us, did dishes with us, painted signs, got harassed.
I love you.
And I'm still here.