I cannot have faith in the patriarchy.
I cannot have faith in the institutions and structures that continue subjugate women in the name of culture and precedent.
I cannot have faith in lawmakers who fail to pass legislation to protect women, children and babies – babies!!! – from the most vile of violations.
I cannot have faith in incremental improvements, when trauma is volatile and immediate.
I cannot even have faith in myself. I am no one’s savior. Least of all my own.
I embrace this anniversary of hope’s death,
Knowing that even without hope, life still exists.
Like a rose that grew from concrete. Even if its petals had been ripped.