Give Me Birth Control or Give Me Death
You are eighteen years old, and you have just moved away
from home. You are learning about the world for the first time
in a new place, with a new pair of eyes. And in Hollywood men
are assaulting, and the President says “grab her by the pussy”.
You are learning what it means to be a woman. You were not aware
before. You did not know that walking with keys in your fist at
night would be your way of moving around. Hell, you do not even
have full control over what you can and cannot do with your
body. You must fight for control over your damn uterus.
But, when you go to Barnes and Noble and pick up that book
about the Women’s March, you begin to cry. And you do not really
understand why, but then you realize: it is because there is
finally a voice for what you have felt all these years. Self-
identifying women of all races, identities, ages, coming
together to stand up.
You are nineteen years old, and a movement spreads across
the nation called #metoo. You see the light in eyes of women as
they feel the tables turning. Maybe repercussions will be made.
Maybe accountability will be had. You know there is a long way
to go, but you have stepped on the road.
At twenty years old, you see the women before you and
beside you who are draped in dignity. These women are beacons of
light for a new world. You feel inspired and amazed.
Note: A Feminist is a person who supports the political,
economic, and social equality of the sexes. If you feel
attacked by intersectional feminism or feel it’s divisive,
educate yourself. If you still feel attacked, try understanding
the world from someone else’s point of view. Do the Atticus
Finch from To Kill A Mockingbird bit.
Also, Feminism has got to be intersectional, or it is not
feminism at all. Intersectional means it encompasses women of
all identities. Not just heterosexual white women. Spread love.
The world could use more of it, and to all the women: you are
warriors. I raise my fist in solidarity.