When I was a young girl, I was promised a land of opportunity as my playground.
I was told I lived in the greatest country in the world with access to anything I would need to be whatever I wanted to be when I grew up.
I was told that all lives were precious, and everyone who worked hard would be rewarded.
I was told over and over again. I was promised.
But that was when I was a child, young and impressionable. And I believed all of it.
As I’ve grown, It has been painful to watch every promise made to me, every thread of hope that created the fabric of my understanding of the world, unravel from the tapestry, front the web of lies they spun around me.
Today, the masterpiece, the opus, unfurled, striking rage, fear, and sadness in the hearts of so many. So many will die. So many lives will be destroyed. So many minds will break and hearts with shatter. So many. And for what? To “win”? The cost is too high!
But I remember the broken promises, and I already know why they would do this:
Because women’s lives don’t matter.
Because people with a uterus don’t matter.
Because anyone who doesn’t meet the standards of beauty, strength, skin color, and economic status from the moment of their birth doesn’t matter.
We, the PEOPLE, don’t matter.
And from north to south, from east to west, from sea to shining sea, America weeps.
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