I'm Angry

"Today you are allowed to attend to something that makes you angry, and you are allowed to write about it without censoring yourself."

I am angry. So fucking angry. Not at this book. This book is quite good (more on that later). I'm angry at the state of our world. Where we are and what we've become. I'm just so angry. 

I'm angry that my daughters and my nieces have fewer rights than I did during my reproductive years and than my mother did during her whole fucking lifetime. I'm angry at how we got here, and I'm angry because everyone else isn't angry. 

I'm angry that I have five boxes of Plan B in my closet. And I'm angry that most days I'm tempted to order more. While I still can. I'm angry that that's the world we live in. I'm angry that one of my girls may need healthcare that will be denied to her by men who know nothing of her or her life or her internal organs. 

I'm angry that I live in a state of fear that someone I love may choose to have sex (how dare she), or worse yet not choose, and those tiny pills may have to be her safety net. I'm angry because she shouldn't have to have a safety net hidden in a closet.