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We are experiencing an interesting time. This world has never seen the likes of what has become a movement of truth and strength that has only begun to find its feet. We have entered into a new day where a truth known is becoming a truth preached. Where once was a fear of humiliation, or misunderstanding, of ridicule, of condemnation for something that was beyond belief. We girls are finding our voice and we are doing it big. 
I recently had a conversation with someone I love very much. A conversation with words that were received with shock and awe. With regret and dismay, with heartache and a different kind of healing. PWhen have we not been in conflict over action. When have we never been fighting for our way. When have we never felt pushed down, held back, under paid, less than, unworthy, unrecognized, unimportant, and this list goes on. 
I was asked by this one I shared this confidence, why did I not tell someone, why did I not ask for help, why did I not... and when my answers were more of a mirror than that of an explanation, only then did the hurt become real. The hurt I believe that is shared by the victim and the victimized. 

This street runs a distant two way course. For many may fall under the umbrella of what is now a window into the souls and hearts of many. You who, many there are, could or perhaps already have fingers pointing in your direction. This is truly an product of an era. A time when actions did often speak loader than words, when what was experienced by one was all but experienced by so many others. Yet not once seen as rude or mischievous. Fast forward to today, as the floor falls way from under so many. This is truly a time for reflection. Dread the fear in many that one day a finger should point in there direction. To say, “watch your back” seem a bit trite or in your face. A new truth is born, do not assume the touch, the hug that lasts a moment to long, the kiss on the cheek, or the one that you slip in directly on the lips, even the look that lingers. We all need to be vigilant of the signs. For this is a new day boys and girls. The veil is thin and the glasses see all.

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