Do you vote in political elections?


My Voice Still Matters

Did I vote in the last election?

Yes.
Just like I do in every election.

Because I understand something that’s bigger than the moment we’re in.

There was a time when women couldn’t vote.
A time when minorities were denied that right altogether.
A time when voices like mine weren’t just ignored—they were silenced.

So for me, voting isn’t optional.
It’s personal.

Even when it feels like my voice doesn’t matter…
it does.

Maybe not always on a federal level the way we hope,
but in our local communities, in our states—
our voices carry weight.

And beyond that, my voice matters because of who I am.

As a woman.
As a mother.
As a daughter.

It matters.

I think about my great-grandmother often. I remember listening to her talk about voting—what it meant to her, what she had seen. She was a strong woman, firm in her beliefs, shaped by her own experiences and the stories passed down to her from parents who were once enslaved.

Through her eyes, through my mother’s, through my grandparents’…
I’ve seen pieces of history that remind me just how costly this right was.

So choosing not to vote?
For me, it would feel like turning my back on everything they endured to make it possible.

I don’t vote based on party alone.
I vote based on what aligns with my beliefs, my values, and what I feel is right.

But I also hold onto something deeper than politics.

Because at the end of the day…
no matter who sits in the White House,
I believe there is a higher authority still in control.

Like Ms. Annie used to say—
God sits high and looks low.
And what’s meant for you, no one can take away.

Not politics.
Not people.
Not circumstances.

And yet, I’ve watched elections divide people.

Friends.
Families.
Communities.

Even races.

And that part… that part is hard to see.

Because at the end of the day,
we are still connected.

We are our brother’s keeper.
No matter the color—Black, brown, white, or anything in between.

We are still one.

So yes, I vote.
Not just because I can…
but because it means something.

Because it honors where I come from.
Because it reflects what I believe.
And because my voice—no matter how small it may seem—
still matters.