How are you? I hope you’re alright.
It’s 2019 and I’m sad to say we still live in a world where we need a reason to tell our story. We’re still stuck in an age where we have to justify why we make stories for people who are like us.
I’m writing from the perspective of a woman of color, born and raised in Asia. I currently go to an art school where I meet and speak with people from different backgrounds, sexualities, and religion.
Yesterday, I felt like none of that matters and that I will never be heard. Some people may think I'm being a crybaby or that I'm overreacting. However, I can't help but feel this way. It's very frustrating when you can't find an outlet to speak up about things that are close to your heart because they aren't the conventional way.
"People might get offended," they say.
But how come they don't care when we get offended?
I'm writing this to let you know: you aren't alone.
We all come from different walks of life and different experiences. The rest of the world may tell us that what we're fighting for isn't important but they don't know any better.
Let's use what we've got to speak louder and have our voices heard.
Let's channel our anger and frustration to paint a picture so vivid that it will finally be noticed.
The rest of the world may shoot us down, but know that I am here for you. I am taking it upon myself to be a voice to speak for those who are hushed by society.
Our stories deserve to be told just as much as everyone else's.
I know that and I want you to know that.