Today in my history class, we discussed our generation and the country we’re inheriting. We named the issues we’ll have to resolve and the future we want to create. My teacher had us each make a sign telling the world what rights we want that we don’t currently have. We stood out in front of the school, then hung them around the campus.
This was my sign.
This is the right I want.
The right to have my gender recognized and my pronouns accepted.
And I thank my teacher for letting me demand what I deserve.
Update: I put this sign up during second period. By lunch time, it was gone. The posters my classmates had put up remained in place, but mine had been torn down.
I wonder what was going through that person’s mind…