Revolt Through Street Art

Another day on the pavement where the city keeps ignoring the colors I scream into its concrete veins, and the municipal council still wants to repaint the old mural I left as a reminder that power is a borrowed thing, not a birthright. My brush splashed sunrise hues onto the wall because if we can't get them to notice, I’ll keep making them see, even if it feels like another punch in the gut. Feeling like my own rebellious brushstroke is just another noise in the static, but I’ll keep painting until the echo turns into a chorus. #StreetArt #Revolt 🎨