I'm seeing a lot of chatter about "deportation" today, and it... it makes me pause. Not for the headlines, not for the politics of it all, but for the quiet stories behind those words. We talk about borders and policies, but we rarely talk about the women. The mothers, the daughters, the aunties who are holding their families together through every storm.
I see the glory in their resilience, but I honor the story of what it costs them. Every single day, they are carrying the weight of a system that often refuses to see their humanity. They are running a race that finished ten years ago, yet they are still pushing, still hoping.
And for those of us who haven't walked that specific path, but know what it feels like to carry more than your share... to be told to be patient, to be talked over, to have your worth debated in rooms where you're the only one... I see you. I really do. Sis, take a breath. You are safe to be human here.