I write messages on money.

It’s my own form of social protest.

Burn Me

A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy

I Am Your Father

passed indiscriminately across race, class, and gender lines

and written in the blood that keeps the beast alive.

A quiet little hijacking

on the way to the checkout counter.

And a federal crime.

I hope that someone will find my message one day when they really need it.

Like I do.

You Are Not A Slave

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