After 8 years of complete resistance, Thanks Obama hashtags and a ton of bullshit, one day later people are saying, “Get over it.” Well, guess what?
I’ll get over it when I don’t have to carry my passport to travel domestically to “prove” that I’m a citizen because I don’t fit into someone else’s idea of what an American looks like.
I’ll get over it when people stop believing that they can choose better for my body than I can.
I’ll get over it when I don’t have to worry about getting a phone call that something happened to my little brother because he’s black, walking and wearing a fucking hoodie.
I’ll get over it when my sister doesn’t have to worry if she’ll get the chance to marry the women who’s the love of her life.
I’ll get over it when I stop getting called and these are direct quotes by the way, “stuck up”, “bitch”, and “racist” because I politely decline a man who walked up to me on the street and asked me out.
I’ll get over it when I don’t have to stop in a coffee shop and ask for help from the person behind the counter because the guy I said no to feels the need to intimidate and follow me as I walk home.
