It must feel so good to have so many allies.
I know your struggle. Hell, I live your struggle.
I am a woman.
And it's hard to write this. It feels divisive because please believe me when I say I appreciate every pair of feet that marched today.
Unfortunately, it's hard for my heart to not hurt just a little.
When I was crying at work after the umpteenth shooting and you couldn't REALLY understand why.
When you gave me an awkward pat on the back and didn't know what to say.
When you told me my Facebook posts about equality were pointless "white noise" but today my feed is flooded with pictures of white women taking a stand for themselves "and others".
When you ignorantly displayed micro-aggression after micro-aggression towards me then cried when Trump was elected.
When you gently asked me if I perhaps misunderstood when I told you my interactions with police but today the entire fucking world stands with you.
Millions marching for the precious white female.
Yes, I know it was done for more than just that demographic.
Yes, I know a lot of these people that marched today also take a stand for others, have been a part of the struggle since before I was born.
But when I see the protests for those young black boys, I can't help but notice the crowds are overwhelmingly brown.
Now, this orange man threatens the privileges of our precious white queens and they fear they will receive the same treatment we've endured for centuries?
Now the world must stand?
Now we must make noise?
I hate to sound divisive.
We have the common goal of equality and freedom.
We absolutely have the same enemy of the white supremacist patriarchy.
But why weren't you outraged when it was just me and my black boys at risk?
Why were you awkwardly supportive but unsure of what to say?
Why were my tears nothing but white noise that clearly made you uncomfortable but you can't stop screaming about the rights of your pussy today?
My heart can't help but hurt a little.
Even in our solidarity, you make my place clear.
My life is my problem. Your reproductive health is our problem, the world's problem.
I appreciate you coming along. I appreciate you standing up. I hate that you had to be personally threatened to get the fucking message. I hate that that's how it works nine times our of ten.
I stand with you.
I love your tenacity and strength. I love your solidarity that I know for many of you has always been there.
But when I see the millions, when I see the sea of people marching now that they've been touched personally, now that their white mothers and wives and daughters have experienced a mere fragment of our reality...
Well, I hate to be divisive but...
My heart can't help but hurt a little.