Injustice; A Reality
I discovered injustice sitting on an old velvet couch that sat in the corner of my living room. I was nine when my mother sat me down and told me that “divorce is the best option.” Divorce was unheard of at my conservative Christian school. I was the only girl in my grade whose parents were separated; due to this, I was treated differently. I couldn’t comprehend why people treated me differently when they didn’t understand what I went through. To me, this was the biggest injustice out there. Or so I presumed.
As I matured, I directed my sense of social justice outward. In high school, I was shocked at how many of my peers didn’t know or care about mistreatment of the LGBT community, the unequal pay women receive, and even the systemic racism issue in our country. More shocking, we didn’t talk about these injustices in class. One day after my US history class, I decided to challenge my teacher. I could feel beads of sweat gather on my hairline as I walked up to his desk. Gathering the courage, I looked him in the eye and asked why we didn’t spend time studying and learning about the history of women’s equality. His eyes dodged mine. I could tell I was making him uncomfortable. I left the room that day with a heavy heart, and my brain stirring, determined to make a difference in
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From my parents’ divorce, to brokenness in my community, I have learned that injustice is a reality, and that it surrounds us in our everyday life. However, change is possible, and I will not stop working for it. It will be a long road and it will not be easy. But the journey will be beautiful. I plan on furthering my education through college, and while working to complete my studies, I plan on using my leadership skills and passion to promote social justice on campus. Although I don’t know what lies ahead, I am excited. I will walk bravely into this new journey with my eyes bright and head held high, ready to soak in every moment as a learning