To the woman who puts on make-up everyday even though she hates it because society says that you can’t be beautiful without artificial help. Let us tell her that when she smiles, she’s beautiful.
To the man who is afraid to cry because society tells him that by doing so, he is too feminine and he has to be strong instead; keep it all inside. Let’s tell him to hold our hands and cry to us when he’s ready.
To the child who got told to be quiet because she wants to be a chef, an actress, a pilot, a lawyer and a singer. Let us tell her that she can be whatever she wants to be.
To the teenager who dreams of world peace, sickened by the cruelty of those in power, standing helpless in a maze of social conditioning that tells her there’s nothing she can do about it. Let us give her hope of change, despite the desolation.
To the factory worker who is told that she can’t work because she is pregnant and now she doesn’t know where to find money to pay for basic needs. Let’s protest the free trade zones.
To the tall woman who longs to be a dancer but is told that she is not the right size because she would be taller than her male partner. Let’s have a lopsided ballet.
To the millions of girls who endure genital mutilation, let us heal them and punish those who dared to love power, instead of human beings.
To the lone gay man who wants to commit suicide because he’s afraid to tell his parents that he’s gay, let us huddle around him and offer him protection.
To the Wall Street bankers who are on an endless number crunch, let us tell them that money can’t buy life.
To the voices that need to be heard, let us show that a democracy that is ruled by the majority is a flawed system.
To the man who preaches supremacy of race, let us tell him that it is all an illusion, a pyramid built by ghosts which was never real.
To you and to me, let us remind each other that there is no us and they, because we’re all in this together.
