Blue

Feeling blue would be an understatement. If there is anything I deserve to own in this world, it is the right to my own body. My body, my choice right? Wrong. Waking up in fear and terror, contemplating the rights I continue to lose. Stuck in a nightmare I cannot get myself to wake up from. Women for centuries have fought dusk till dawn. Yet with each step we successfully take, each stair we successfully climb, we are dragged back and pulled down. To not feel frustration and sadness, to have an X and Y chromosome, to be a white heterosexual privileged male, all is to be lucky. How is this the new normal? Our world’s new normal? We learn as children that history is bound to repeat itself over, and over, and over again. But is this the kind of history we want for our future generations, to inform our people that everything we work for and gain is eventually taken away. You cannot tell someone you love them and you care for their well being, and then continuously support what can and will hurt them. No amount of glue nor tape will hold our invisible glass ceiling together. The cracks will weaken and shatter, and we will be free. We will continue to use the power of our voices, we will continue to be there for one another through support. They cannot take away our will and strength, our hope may diminish, but it will never be lost. We have power.