47% of women in my age group said, “He’s my guy.”

I see people differently now.

Was it her?

Was it him?

Was it them?

Was it you?

Who will I turn to now?

As I drift into another night of restless nightmares,

Chants of, “Your body my choice!” ring over. And over. And over.

Worry lines form deep canyons on my forehead.

I fear for my mother. My sisters. My nieces. My wife. My chosen female family.

Who will I turn to now?

I now see signs being held proudly on socials, “Homo sex is a sin.”

I hear a White Nationalist scream, “Hey bitch, we control your bodies! Guess what, guys win again!” 107K likes.

Black boys are receiving messages to report to the plantation.

Trans slurs are heightening.

Hate-filled rhetoric rings loudly.

Who will I turn to now?

My spirit is gone.

My faith is gone.

My trust is gone.

My light is gone.

Who will I turn to now?