My Battle Cry

My mom has held political office since I was 10 years old. I grew up in a house where my voice always mattered. In fact, my mom would always say “Speak UP, Allie! You have to speak up!” Let me tell you, I hated it when she said that.

Now that I am older, I realize that she was preparing me for war. She knew that I would need to use that voice to defend myself and others. I couldn’t be more thankful for her bravery and her leadership. She didn’t just do it for herself. She did it for her grandmother who came here without the right to VOTE. For myself, and her granddaughters that are only a twinkle in her eye. She does it for all of the fierce women before and after.

So that she will never question the validity of her opinion.

So that she will always take defeat with grace.

So that she can defend herself and those that can’t.

So that she will always have a voice that matters.

So that she will know the proper times to be silent.

So for my sisters and my daughters, in lieu of the President that our country has just elected, I will never stop being a warrior for you. I will never stop speaking up. I will never stop using my creative voice. I was raised by a trailblazer and warrior runs in my blood. I am ready to fight for you; for your rights, for your bodies, for your futures.

Until no man puts his hands on you without your permission.

Until no man decides FOR you.

We have work to do.

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