I came across a poem which, to me, is ultimate hopepunk, and demonstrates how the pretty "hope" and the gritty "punk" can fit together:
Hope Is Not a Bird, Emily, It's a Sewer Rat by Caitlin Seida. Excerpt:
Quote:
Hope is an ugly thing
With teeth and claws and
Patchy fur that’s seen some shit.
It’s what thrives in the discards
And survives in the ugliest parts of our world,
Able to find a way to go on
When nothing else can even find a way in.
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