As I read the news (AKA my Facebook and Twitter feeds) over the last couple of days, all I could think about was this:
WE ARE SO FUCKED.
Until we have the desire to change.
Until we have to desire to care.
Until my friend Keesha can tell her son that the color of his skin doesn’t matter. That he can walk down the street and be seen as a BOY, not a brown boy.
Until I can confidently tell my daughters that society doesn’t really give two shits about what size they wear.
Until my bestie can take her bi-racial children out in public and someone doesn’t ask her “what are they?”. They are children you tool.
Until we actually care about a cause before a tragedy happens. Not just after.
Until my friend Bliss can get the insurance coverage she needs in order to help her Autistic son get the therapies that he needs to succeed instead of a constant stream of “we don’t cover that, it’s not necessary”.
Until we can take our kids out to the park or to the movie or to the grocery store and don’t have to constantly worry about who is lurking in dark corners.
Until we can use our words to help each other instead of to constantly attack/belittle/discourage each other.
Until my friend Courtney can tell her kids that their dad is going to be just fine. That they’ve found a cure for cancer.
Until our nightly news actually contains more positive news stories than negative.
Until it isn’t about white/black/hispanic/asian/gay/straight/purple polka dots, but instead it’s about us as human beings.
Until those that work “for the people”, actually do work “for the people”.
Until my nephew can get the life saving medicines that he needs without a battle with the insurance company, because contrary to what they may believe it actually won’t be better if he is no longer with us.
Until we stop fighting against each other and instead we work with each other to make a difference. To encourage change.
Until us mothers can put down our mops, toilet brushes, and baby wipes and quit fighting over who is a better mother and just be. Well, just be mothers, friends, supportive and encouraging.
Until our kids can go to school and not worry about what Snotty Sally or Jackass Joseph are going to say (or do) to them during the day.
Until our news feeds are no longer filled with Amber Alerts and posters of missing adults. Abused animals and murder suspects. Bombings and shootings.