no reason at all

when I was 15, I was assigned a project: pick a significant issue relate to social justice and write a report on it. when I was 15, I interviewed a girl my age that had been trafficked, held at gunpoint, fed drugs and raped by men- over and over again, in a hotel for an unknown amount of time. I remember I was 15 when I sat on my bed, talking to a person I never met and feeling my heart split in two. I grew up knowing right from wrong, at times thinking I was an exception to men. I would not admit to being fed lies, I would not admit that I had been taken advantage of, I would not admit to anything– ever.

I’m 30 now.

No better reason than to give a voice to the voiceless. No better reason that speaking up for what is right. There will never be a reason in this lifetime that I will not defend the defenseless. I will continue to pursue the things that others won’t, from fear, from uncertainty, from the “what if ” of repercussion. When you see and experience enough in this lifetime, you know, always, that when the hardest thing and the right thing are the same— you pick the right thing