As a 55-year-old female hispanic, I’m everything the administration sees as less than. I’m a liberal American. I have had the benefit of Roe vs. Wade throughout my child-bearing years. I’ve benefitted from the Voters Rights Act of 1965. Now, I march for those in my circle who stand to lose the most.
I’m a survivor of rape, sexual assault and racial harassment. I’ve had three miscarriages and one abortion, due to a failed pregnancy. I’ve made less than the men who were doing the same job as me, with the same skills and education. I’ve had medical insurance, and I’ve had to struggled without it.
My great-grandmother came to the U.S. illegally to escape violence and a forced pregnancy in Mexico. After she gave birth to my grandfather in California, she never forgot her heritage. She embraced America as her own.
We Must March On
I march for equal rights, so people can love who they choose. While, receiving the same marital benefits that their heterosexual neighbors receive. I walk for the young girls who will grow up into strong women and will have made hard reproductive choices. I have loved ones that have struggled with mental illness; some who survived the battle, and the others that did not. I march to make sure that their health insurance will cover future treatment and medication.
I love and support the veterans in my circle. I will strap on my shoes and move my feet until they receive the best care possible, for the time they sacrificed for our country. I’ll march for those who still want the American dream of owning a home, with fair and just interest rates. I march for my peers who hope to retire with a lifetime earned nest egg, that isn’t robbed by greed and corporate interests.
I march for the dreamers and for future generations. I hope that they will be able to rely on every day necessities such as clean air, water and land. I march for those being pushed back, pushed out and pushed down. Who are you walking for?
