It doesn’t feel good to live here y’all. I tour the United States to share my music and my heart with strangers, with my fellow country folk. I’ve had to stop counting the amount of Trump flags I see, state to state, city to city. It stings extra bad knowing that his actions directly led to the loss of my rights as a woman, and that 10s of millions of people would vote for him again if they could. It stings extra hard as a black woman, knowing that the death rate as a result of this ruling will be felt harder by women who look like me. AND I haven’t even mentioned the steps back in climate change action or the lack of common sense gun laws. Still 10s of millions of these people, some of which unfortunately call themselves my fans, would vote for him and all of this again if they could. Then again, this is what people in my family have felt ever since they were stolen, forced on a deadly 4 month journey, and arrived here in chains (the ones that survived). This is nothing new. It’s never felt good to live here for people who look like me. It’s always been a moral dilemma of wanting so bad to be proud of where I’m from, but knowing how much blood has been and will be spilt in the name of white supremacy. If we’re ever going to change, having uncomfortable conversations isn’t enough. We need direct action through community organization. I know there are folks here that only want me to be an escape for them. They see this post and roll their eyes. I need this to be clear, my platform is a reflection of who I am, and who I am is under attack. I’m going to continue to fight like my life depends on it because it does. Be sure to register to vote, let’s make the next turnout historical. You can find info on that at headcount.org @headcountorg