It's punk to compost, in a world filled with trash.
It's punk to be fat, in a world that wants you to keep getting smaller.
It's punk to ride an old bike, drive an old car, patch your old clothes with different colored thread, cut up old sheets for rags instead of using paper towels, and make stuffed animals out of scrap fabric, in a world that wants you to just "order it off amazon".
It's punk to tend a messy, overgrown, weed-filled garden. Tomatoes grow right next to dandelions.
It's punk to can the veggies from your messy garden and give your neighbors delicious tomato soup in the depths of winter.
It's punk to make a bird feeder and look out the window to take a break from your screen.
It's punk to wear your "Let Trans Kids Play" shirt to a college basketball game where there are no trans players, because a trans kid in the crowd will see it and maybe (this year) decide to join the team.
It's punk to have wrinkles, when the world wants you to stop aging at 23.
It's punk to go to your local library.
It's punk to take your kids to your local library.
It's punk to take your kids to a pride parade, a sit-in, a land-back ceremony, an accessible trunk-or-treat, a soup kitchen.
It's punk to plant trees. It's punk to PROTECT trees.
It's punk save for solar panels, someday.
It's punk to hope, whenever you can.
