This is the week I struggled the most with. I’d say that for better or for worse, I am a very opinionated person. I’d also say that for better or worse, I am a very passionate person. I can be argumentative and angrily dismissive of things when I disagree with them or involve viewpoints that I have a tendency to look down upon. Something I never want to do is virtue signal, but when I’m trying to express advocacy for social justice issues, it gets a little harder. It’s hard for me to advocate for these things without using my extreme frustration with the other side’s racism, sexism, and discriminatory/borderline sadistic policy choices. Even writing this, I get emotional and heated and want to use my negativity as my fuel. This is what made writing this week so difficult.

 

When it came down to it, I kind of realized that expressing advocacy for causes against injustice simply cannot be separated from directly opposing the source of the injustice. In retrospect, this should’ve been blatantly obvious, but I guess with writing this as a poetry project for a class that’s meant to be bipartisan shouldn’t be too politically charged, but I’m glad I’ve learned to more honestly and accurately represent my views and alliance with the marginalized.