The amount of people that believe that Nicolas Maduro was chosen democratically baffles me. All elections since 2004 have been rigged to keep this government in power. Iâve seen ballot boxes be burned, Iâve seen the government use the identification numbers of dead people to get more votes.
A third of the Venezuelan crowd eats once a day.
Last time I spoke to my grandmother, she told me she hadnât been able to take a shower in ten days because she didnât have water.
My father got robbed more times than I can count when we still lived there.
My father, when I was accepted in the most recognised university of Venezuela (UCV â which is HIS university too), told me he didnât want me to go because he feared for my life.
During my last two years of high school, almost every month someone I knew was either going to a goodbye party or leaving the country themselves. I went to the airport four times the summer I left.
My brother had to drop out of university in the middle of his course because he couldnât get there due to lack of transportation.
Millions of kids and teenagers have left their school because they canât afford it. Teenagers around my age (16 at the time) would come up to my dad to ask him for bread.
Children and elders die of malnutrition every day. And if you donât die of starvation, you die due to sicknesses.
You canât find basic products, and if you can you canât afford them. When I went to school at five in the morning, Iâd already seen a bunch of people lined up in the supermarkets to see what was arriving. Sometimes they didnât even know, but they made the line either way.
If you donât live in the capital, thereâs a chance your light gets cut off on the daily for hours.
If you study in the capital, thereâs a chance your classes get stopped at least once a month unless you go to a private university.
During the riots of 2017, over a hundred people died in the span of three months. Thousands were injured.
If you ask any Venezuelan, 98% will tell you theyâve lost someone they know to the insecurity of our country.
My aunt had a gun pointed at her for her phone, and she was lucky she made it to walk away from that because the majority wind up dead.
When I went on Instagram an hour ago, I found out people from my home town are being shot IN THEIR OWN HOMES.
The government of Nicolas Maduro isnât legitimate. That man has more blood on his hands than any politician Iâve seen on the news. He deserves to go to prison and rot in there to pay for all the deaths and suffering heâs caused.
So when we hear the word âcoupâ, we think â FINALLYâ because weâve been fighting for too long. I was born into this dictatorship. Itâs the only government I ever knew.
What Venezuelans want is for their votes to matter, for their voices to be heard, for their loved ones to return.
What Venezuelans want is peace.
So give us fucking peace.
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