Your fight is over, someone typed, how’s it feel to be a loser?
The fight, I say, was never about me,
My whiteness
My straightness
My middle class existence
My religion
The fight was about the others who are also us.
For their rights
For their justice
For their well being
For their freedom to worship. Or not.
And OUR fight isn’t over.
Praying for Eyebrowz 