my entire life i've been told i 'm too much. too loud. too hyper. too dramatic. i've been told i'm selfish. i'm overbearing. i've been told i'm too intense. i talk too loud. my opinions are harsh. i'm not very educated, traditionally, but i like to think i'm intelligent. i can form my own opinions.
but, for some reason, when i'm around you, it's like all reason leaves my brain. you make me feel like i'm two inches tall. like my dreams and aspirations are so far out of the realm of possibility. as if any of this bullshit is supposed to happen, as if it's inevitable. and i'm just so naive to think otherwise.
it makes me so goddamn angry that i've allowed you to make me feel that way. that my humanity and compassion is somehow a hindrance. a problem. and you find that to be disturbing.
but you know what i find disturbing?
that you can overlook the abuse of children.
that you can justify the assault of women.
that you deny the oppression of Black people.
that you feel entitled to say horrific slurs.
for what? why? what do you gain by protecting those who prey on the innocent and oppressed? to go to bat for a man who is a 30+ time felon? a multi-bankrupt failed business man? for a man who feels entitled to women's bodies for no reason other than he's rich and famous?
it disturbs me that you, a man with four daughters, a step daughter, a granddaughter, a wife, two sisters, and a mother can excuse such despicable behavior.
you call me a hypocrite. you call me intolerant. the man who claims family is everything. calling me a hypocrite for doing what you want. keeping the peace. ignoring the problems. it was fine when it wasn't being acknowledged. just don't talk about it, the problem doesn't exist.
but the problem does exist. it doesn't just magically go away.
so for my own sanity, i begin to put some distance btwn us, bc i know this isn't sustainable. but i'm emotional, fragile. a direct confrontation is too much for me. my emotions run high, my words become sharp, my logic and empathy harder to reach.
because i'm so fucking furious you raised me.
i don't fucking understand.
you tell me i lack empathy for not having sympathy for charlie kirk. you tell me i misunderstand a man who chooses guns rights overs the lives of children. you tell me i should feel sad or upset that someone tried to kill trump. meanwhile, i'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact i should care anything at all for a man mentioned in the epstein files thousands of times.
tell me why i should support an administration that has single-handedly dismantled the very foundation of our democracy.
you feel you are excluded bc it hasn't affected you, but it will. you are not exempt. you are not one of them. your proximity provides you no protections.
the irony of it all is that even though i find your views disgusting and abhorrent, everything that i am fighting for benefits you as well. everything i stand for also applies to you. because you are a human being on this earth and we all deserve the same rights.
just bc you suffered doesn't mean we should all have to suffer. we should all want a better world for each other, a world where no one has to wonder if they can make it to the next paycheck, next day, or next meal.
it disturbs me you're so focused on your perceived oppression that the suffering of others means nothing to you.
