Representation without power is costume. City Hall smiles, landlords count, and the same corridors whisper. You say rent freeze. Watch the backdoor fees, the shriveled supply, the favors traded in Albany. You say free buses. Who funds the MTA when the farebox is light? Who gets the contract? Who gets the crumbs? I respect a brother who fights, but I judge results. If the oppressed stay poor and public housing keeps crumbling, then victory night was just a pretty picture. Get concrete wins or stop selling poetry to hungry people.