In light of last weeks’ Presidential Election, I’ve suffered from a slump I wasn’t fully aware of suffering from.
But mostly? I am tired. I am overwhelmed. And I am disappointed. But I will not let this envelope me any longer. Hell no. Instead, I want to fight. I want to educate myself further, because being tired and disappointed and overwhelmed are words that do not hold enough gravity to what I feel. Frustration does not match the way my whole being is on edge, realising how ill-timed my optimism was. How wrong it was. How much I’ve lost, how much bigger the fight is.
I still want more.
deliver it will grandeur, convince you yes we’re right. It’s a numbers game, a game of manipulation, of deceit, of downright politics at its core.
I want to be calculated. Cutthroat. Self-aware. I want to be your angry feminist nightmare, because if you thought I was bad before, you’re in for a treat.
I do not want to be cushiony and understanding, cheering for ‘positivity only!1!’ because at the end of the day, your friends ‘beliefs’ can be, at its core, erasing another persons’ being. And I won’t have that.
Soz not soz, and all that sweet cheeks.
It’s not happening. Didn’t you know it’s 2016? We don’t do racism, homophobia or misogyny in this day or generation. It’s not how
we live our lives, because love wins and the future is female.
There may be a hierarchy and a need for people in power, but those ‘below’ are not dogs and will not be pushed around as if we are bits of gristle on your plate. We are not blind, nor stupid, nor naïve. You’ve started a fire you can only add gasoline to. You might feed on who you are, what people think you are, how much dollar bills you’ve got in that bank. But we are rising and believing and fighting to have a better future. A future we want. A future of freedom and greatness, of freedom in our bodies and our decisions, of love and unity, of building people up, not building up walls to keep them out. The future is ours. And we will have it how we want it. We will.