many, many women
Her legs flailing.
Her head snaps back.
The legs of the chair off the ground.
That body lifter arm.
Around her neck.
And then her voice.
The cry of a child wails and dear GOD.
our collective hearts.
Into a thousand pieces.
That is MY daughter right there!
Fiery and sometimes obstinate – sure of herself and unwavering and distrustful at times.
That is MY daughter sensing that a male with power is not worthy of it.
By GOD, no he is not and what can she do?
What are her choices?
Put her head down,
not look him in the eye,
refuse to respond,
in guttural response to her
that yells in her ear –
And then it starts –
Because that is exactly what it is.
Judgment reigns harsh and prickly –
words on repeat, such as
Who are YOU in this scenario?
Everyone has a role in this.
So, what’s it going to be?
The silent, yet watchful, bystander?
The argumentative naysayer?
Who are YOU?
No one is being unfaithful to a profession by calling out the mire and the muck within it.
In fact, if we were to truly look at the unfair bias that exists in a profession,
perhaps we need to
heaps and heaps and heaps
of research that proves
that people of color
get an equal shake
compared to their white counterparts
in the same profession.
Not in a hundred years.
So, let’s not get all ruffled and puffed up that a profession is being attacked –
In fact, there are lots of stories out there about those who are respectful
and full of integrity within their profession.
Why do we not hear about those?
Well, it sure is not because folks are trying to hide it.
It is more because we have
We’d much rather watch the train wreck than the victory lap.
Don’t like that?
Instead of complaining about it.
That precious girl’s cry.
All of it.
Your soldiers are weary.
Their voices are raw and scratched and coarse.
The struggle to be heard – for people to listen – really listen
as the saying goes –
the struggle is
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