I wanted to participate in South Carolina’s Walk a Mile in their Shoes event to help other people.
As it turns out, I needed to do it to help myself.
I’ve known confusion and shame, the kind that sneaks up from behind you and wraps its arms around your neck, dangling its fingers down your chest.
I’ve known that flinch that stops itself because pretending it’s nothing seems better than making a scene, because maybe not acknowledging will make it not so at all.
I’ve known the silent drives home and the determined path back, over and over again, because deviating would mean that something was wrong.
I’ve known secrets so long that truth disappears.
I’ve heard I’m sorry‘s.
I’ve walked alone.
Not this night.
My thanks to STSM for leading such a victorious event,
to the crowd who enjoyed a moment of loudness, “NO MORE,”
to the men who walked in high heels but somehow still kept it serious,
to my people who prayed about the sign.
These things happen and it is not ok.
A lot of people know and believe this.
And truth can bring freedom.
Some days are full of it.
I felt it in the back of the crowd.
They felt it up ahead 🙂
Walk with me next year…