I march in solidarity for all women who find themselves persecuted by the new government of the United States. I march for feminism, for Black Lives Matter, for religious freedom, for LGBTQ* rights, for migrant justice, for environmental protection, for educational opportunity, and for all causes that work nonviolently against the inhumane regime we will soon endure, especially those that appear silent.

I march for all women with disabilities, especially those disabilities that can’t be seen. I march for mental health in all capacities, and I march for those women who are susceptible to panic attacks in crowds. I march to remind the white, cis, able-bodied men in power that this country was founded on the principles of unity. As the character John Adams says in the musical 1776 (a precursor to Hamilton) of the citizenship of the dark-skinned people his colleagues are enslaved: “They’re people, and they’re here. If there’s any other requirement, I’ve never heard of it.”

I march because I want to learn more about the ways we can band together to help the people who are suffering. I march because I have a mind of my own. And I march because I understand the importance of taking care of our own.