Living in D.C, there are many opportunities to take advantage of. Access to all the museums and historic sites are at my fingertips. However, if there is just one memory I take with me after these years, it will be the Women’s March on Washington. Words cannot begin to describe the pride I felt marching with men, women and children. We marched for equality, but more importantly, we marched for each other. We marched for rights that may have seemed obvious, but shockingly not so obvious to some.
This is what frustrates me the most. The fact that our candidate who is representing America doesn’t believe that women stand on the same podium as men. He doesn’t believe that ice is melting, polar bears are drowning or that pollution is covering our skies and plastic if filling our oceans. Those pages have vanished from The White House website, and that is heartbreaking.
But this past weekend, me and millions of my sisters stood up against the government and showed them who America really is. Every single speaker who walked up on that stage in D.C inspired me and millions of others beyond words. “This is a marathon not a sprint,” they all preached. They were right. Marching was one thing, but to spark change, it will be constant action and consistent effort. Ashley Judd’s rendition of Nina Donovan’s #NastyWomen slam poem had me in tears. For those of you who haven’t heard of it yet, I encourage you to watch this. Listen to the lyrics because those words continue to resonate with me.
It was an emotional weekend, but these last few days have made me realized that women are powerful individuals, however, we are unstoppable when we are together. We have to much to be proud of and this is just the beginning.
We made history, ladies.
