To listen to the cries of the black race who have stories to tell of oppression and mistreatment.
To listen to the demands of the Natives who have had enough of the government telling them where they can live and what they can do with their sacred land.
To listen to the silent tears of the children who have been abused, tortured, bought and sold by the most horrible of people.
To listen to the false cries of bravado by the masculine who has been mislead into believing they are the dominating, controlling gender all while completely forgetting their tenderness and vulnerability.
To listen to the far-too-often timid cries and stories of the feminine who has been suppressed and controlled while completely forgetting their power and right to control their own Being.
To listen to the cries of the neglected and abused animals who just long to live as we all do ~ freely, with dignity and love.
To listen to ALL of our stories. Man. Woman. Black. White. Rich. Poor.
We all have them.
And it takes a very open heart and a silent ego to be brave and willing to listen to the painful stories of another while recognizing our own triggers and be as brave and willing to put them aside, just for a moment, to Listen.
We see the collective rage. We feel the collective pain. We hear the collective screams of NO MORE.
We are in this Together.
So maybe, just maybe, instead of spending all of our time screaming our own stories, we use a little bit of that time to Listen to the stories of another. For nothing is more beautiful to me than the act of listening in silence, authentically, to another as they share their story.
Maybe it is time, Humanity.
Maybe it is time to just Listen.
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