I march for my little girl who deserves to grow up in an America where she is equal, treated with dignity, free from the fear of sexual assault, and free to believe the American dream that even SHE can be president of these United States. I march because I no longer know how to look her in the eye and make these promises to her. I march because on November 8th, for the first time in my life, I felt like a second class citizen because of my gender. My American dream was shattered. I march because even women should be president of these United States. I march for all of my friends and loved ones who come from a variety of cultures, countries, ethnicities, colors, genders, and gender persuasions. I march for those like myself, who are disabled, and whose tenuous grasp on life will now become an even greater struggle. I march for those who will become destitute, and those who will die without proper health insurance, because I believe health is one of our civil liberties, and I believe in our inalienable rights. I march against hatred. I march against tyranny. Being disabled, there are so many things I wish I could do each day that I cannot but today I wish with all my heart I could join this march on Washington, today, for my little girl so that she can know, if I cannot sell her the American dream today, I can at least fight for a future in which it can come true.
I am a woman. I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mother. I am a chemist who graduated with honors. I am disabled by daily migraines. Every day is a struggle. I am a survivor.