Lenses

For days now I’ve been working on a post about lenses and seeing through new lenses clearly and your lens and my lens and new glasses and a bunch of ridiculousness.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when I see my sister burning her diploma to hide it from the Taliban.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when I see my sister, cradling her three month old baby, murdered by another man -survivalist.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when I see my sister unable to shop, for poverty, in stores with fresh fruit and vegetables.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when I see my sister living in Texas. Her body theirs, not hers.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when I see my sister victimized, over and over again.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when I see my young sister afraid of the night and her abuser.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when my sister is stripped from her child. In my own country.

Or at least it feels like ridiculousness when my black, brown, indigenous, queer, transgender, differently-abled, person-of-color sister isn’t celebrated but rather terrorized for who she is. For who they are.

Turns out, my lenses might be clear after all.

Let’s get to work.

https://www.healthedconnect.org/

https://surj.org/

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/

https://www.bread.org/

https://outreach-international.org/

https://www.bradyunited.org/

https://www.harmony.lgbt/

https://www.niwrc.org/