This year, I'm not making resolutions. This year, I'm making demands. 2011 is the year of les comtesses if I have to beat all of 2011 into submission with my bare hands. 2011 is the year of the 99er. 2011 is the year of the foreclosed. 2011 is the year of the mobile home owner. 2011 is the year of compassion as a virtue and Ayn Rand as a vice. 2011 is the year of the homeless, the hungry and the abused. 2011 is the year will we not be afraid to say our taxes have a purpose and it's not killing brown people halfway across the world or making sure corporations get an extra half percent of profit, it's making sure our children have food and medicine and educations. In 2011, when somebody says "empathy", you will take it as a compliment.
My name is Faith. I have a list of demands, written on the palm of my hands and when I pump my fists, you gonna know where I stand. My name is Faith and I'm not afraid of you and I'm done being a victim of your fears. 2011 is ours.
List of Demands, Saul Williams (who ought to be poet laureate of the United States)