How I March...

"How I March"
I get it. 
I really do.
I understand and feel betrayed, hurt, and lied to.
But it didn’t start with him. 
It didn’t start with the one before him, or the one before him.
It started when I realized that politics was a game played by the elite.
It started when I understood that political rallies and protests were not my calling.
It started when I realized that true rebellion could only be fought first within. 
So, you see, I get it. I understand the fight. I understand the fire burning within.
I understand.
Some need to march. Some need to pound the pavement in protest. Some need to carry signs written in rebellion. 
I don’t. 
My fight is here. My rebellion is close to home.
I have chosen my battle. It is fought daily. It is my territory. My life.
Its on the frontlines…..of womens minds.
I fight by showing women that they are enough, worthy,and brilliant.
The war I fight is waged when women resist negativity and seep love. 
It is at the basic grassroots level -hidden in the deep pockets of our thoughts
It is in every…
Decision we make
Thought we choose
Burden we bare
That is my battlefield.
That is where my revolution begins.
Knowledge. 
Self Awareness.
Love.
Positivity.
Those are my weapons of choice.
This is my revolution. 
This is how I march.