A storm is raging outside the windows. Choices slamming against the walls of my brain. Lighting flashing in my eyes, people thundering that I’m making the wrong choices every damn, never ending, never changing day.
I want to be beautiful. I want to be strong. I want to be—wrong…
If being correct and proper means changing the way I think. I’m sorry. It’s not going to happen. My brain isn’t broken, my thoughts aren’t bent, or crooked, or mis-aligned with anything other than yours… Inside my head reflects the problems outside of yours.
Can’t you see it out in the world? The streets falling apart, no signs of the once strict moral code, that kept things safer and more out of sight. It was there once, keeping all of us safe. Not held back by stereotypes that made it easier to not offend, and violence praised as good entertainment for the masses. I
I will take up all the names you assign to my race and bear them proudly if it means saving the life of just one innocent face. “Politically correct” only opened up the doors to people screaming louder with no cause. Sure we have ground to cover with rights that haven’t been properly addressed, but changing the way you dress and letting it all hang free does nothing but make the world a little angrier, a little heavier, and a little worse for wear.
Those littles add up when everyone is adding to the pot.
So here’s what I have to add to this toxic brew. Stop shaming the skinny girl who wishes she was more like you, stop shaming the fat girl, the average girl, the girl with the gap.
Stop proclaiming supremacy over every tiny piece of the map. We all bleed, we all breathe, and we’re all dying too.
Stop marching for rights with slogans that don’t even make sense. Stop taking those two steps down the street and marching us five more back. Don’t you see that you’re only proving the points that are holding us back? So what if men represent most of the government? We’ve made leaps and bounds over the years, it’s all we can do. You can’t change the world overnight and that’s a cold, hard fact.
We’ve got all this hate that stems from a book. From a book about entities with different names but the same purpose. From a book that teaches a universal story to love and protect your own people when they come under threat.
Our world is making mountains from mole hills, and we need to take a step back. There’s a lot we could do if we would just stop holding ourselves back. We’ve put ourselves here and now we need to stop and think even if it begins with one man, or woman, or trans, or pan, or gender fluid. All it takes is one of us to inspire another to make a change to cease a single conflict that splinters into two, and then four.
A storm is raging inside our windows, the voices thundering at us are only our own magnified by the power of our own words. We have to stop this. Before we tear ourselves apart. We need to all stop, breathe, think, put ourselves into someone else’s shoes, then someone else’s, and someone else’s until we find the solution that causes equal harm to every party involved.
We’re out of balance and the only way to get it back, is to take everything one step at a time.
