After this election, I couldn’t find my words. I couldn’t get them out. When I tried to write something about this election, all I got was a string of curse words or sentences that were just ramblings and had no coherency. Then last week I found my voice and I wrote something. I had to start it three times, but I wrote it.
My writings are mostly about women; my main characters are women, my opinions are about women, even the stories I make up in my head are mostly about women. But I don’t write about women because I hate men, I do it because of the orange one (I stole that from someone else). I write about women so men like him can never be the norm. I write about women to give them strength to stand up to men like him. I write about women so women will know they are not the only ones. I realized last week that this election has not quieted my voice; my words were there. I just needed time to stop the rage. I have more passion now than I did before (and I had a lot before). I will continue and I hope my words can speak to you all.