You call me a "snowflake" as you laugh at my "safe space."
You write me off as a "bleeding heart," and scoff while you dismiss my empathy. I must not know about the real world because I am *whisper* a liberal. I must have no idea what it's really like out there. I must be childish. But you don't worry, I'll "grow out of it." You call me a snowflake. But I've been called worse. You call me a snowflake because I am delicate, unable to handle the hard realities of the world, though I spend my days with the oppressed. You say I am out of touch with reality, as I spend years of my life in an education dedicated to the lives of people - people who don't like me, or speak like me, or live like me... or you. Well I'm just spoiled, I suppose - so willing to raise taxes and spend more so others can have it. That just must be because I've never worked a day in my life, though my work days are long, and heavy. As I spend my days with those who cannot afford healthcare, learning their stories, their names, you call me entitled. As I spend my days loving people, children, adults, who face the burden of racism, sexism, classism, and all other forms of discrimination, you call me out of touch with reality. Born with a privelige I did not earn, I spend my days learning and serving those who have not been so fortunate - those with names, and families, and struggles I could never comprehend, and I wager that you could not either. Young, liberal - so intolerant. How dare I speak out against those who believe some lives are more valuable than others - shameful, really. How dare I not sit and listen to you tell me only some are worthy of healthcare, housing, and food. Go ahead, call us snowflakes. We don't mind - snowflakes, while beautiful individually, come together and make change. They shut things down. They cause trouble. They cannot be ignored. Snowflakes are powerful.
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AuthorHello! I'm Becca -humanitarian, caffeine addict, lover of books, people, and all things Jesus. You can find me in my pajamas, day dreaming about rainy days and saving the world. Archives
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