LORD OF THE BUTTERFLIES
As a person who cries at almost every episode of Queer Eye I've seen, being at the Women's March was overwhelming. It felt simultaneously saddening and infuriating that these protests are still happening, and of course it also serves to emphasise the importance of it happening. Every cheer and every rouse to shake our fists, brought my feelings to the outermost layers of my pumping heart, and my eyes glazed with tears pretty much throughout. We heard impassioned poems by black women. We watched Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez make her speech of intersectionality and of justice, and you could hear murmurs among the crowd, people confident she would make Our President one day. It feels like a new wave of Obama, happening right where I'm standing. If Obama could, why can't AOC? I felt such a surge of pride. I rarely have the chance to exercise any real democracy, as a Singaporean, and I felt privileged to be here. It is people who feel too much, who feel anything at all, that march for justice, and I hope I never forget to let myself feel. #womensmarch #womensrights #feminism #humanrights #newyorkcity #aoc #trumpisliterally #notmypresident
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