Somehow I got connected to a
“secret” group on Facebook,
#pantsuitnation,
of 3.1M Hillary supporters.
Regardless of political
affiliation – maybe there
was something similar
for Trump supporters,
I don’t know because apparently
I don’t know any — the faces
and stories were incredibly
humbling and moving.
Literally millions of posts
proudly offering
daily, hourly, minute-by-minute
reminders of how much
we
as humans
long to be
seen and heard.
Post after post
shows women in pantsuits
(some men too. Adorable.)
stating their reasons for
being “with her”.
“Because my hardworking
Mexican immigrant husband
can’t vote, but I can”
“Because I live in a country that
allows me to do the work I love
as a construction site fore(wo)man
without being told ‘it’s a man’s job’”.
Beautiful face after beautiful face.
Story after story.
Standing strong to claim
I am here.
I have a voice.
I matter.
The election is over,
and I see the group virtually
milling around not wanting the connection to end,
asking each other
“what now?”
For me,
I hope it doesn’t end.
I hope the group opens up
to anyone coming in peace.
Anyone who wants to say
I am here.
I have a voice.
I matter.
