When I was a teenager in the 70’s I was sleeping on a cot in a dorm room and I was awoken by someone grabbing my "pussy" I pretended I was asleep as I was afraid he would do more harm to me. Eventually he gave up and left the room. I never spoke about it but when the controversy came up before election that horrible feeling came up again, the stomach tied in knots. A flush of anger. I am walking for the young woman I was.
I will march for Love, for all. I will march for the insulted , the differently abled, the uninsured, the women who would like assistance with their health care. I will walk for future daughters in hopes of kinder times. I will walk for the objectified, the weak, the poor, for the gaslit, for those that have not found their voice. Every step I take will be a prayer for a gentler more compassionate country.
Do you feel like you are being heard?