Justice looks like being seen and heard. It looks like asking how it felt, not asking what I was wearing.
Justice looks like respecting my rights. It looks like treating me like a human being, not an object or plaything.
Justice looks like honoring my freedom to say yes, as well as my freedom to say no,
Knowing I am allowed to change my mind at any time.
Justice looks like putting your money where your mouth is,
Justice looks like real change, not just saying you’re sorry and doing it again.
Justice looks like standing in my truth,
Knowing that I am supported and empowered to speak it.