Scattered

By Areli Paz

Dispersed: many causes, without concentrating on something. 

Together: the only way to survive 

Real Life: the hard, complicated, world-changing stuff.

The March 8 march is a must, it's not just about shouting, carrying a banner or wearing a purple t-shirt, it's a date with the women who are not there, those who are murdered, those who are cut up, those who are raped, those who end up in a suitcase in small pieces, those who denounce and are not heard, those who the system wants to forget. 

Why do you go if nothing happens? I go because I believe that someday it will happen. 

Because from my trench I have found a way to help them. Because I believe that one day this country will be better. 

I don't know if it will be my turn to see it, I don't know if it will be my turn to wake up with a zero crime or abuse rate, but I'm trying. 

My trench is the information trench, a voracious, fast, difficult, but world-changing one. 

At Saturday's march I saw very young women shouting for their rights, demanding justice for their teenagers friends who were raped. 

This year I noticed a scattered march, a march of many voices, many stories and a lot of me a lot. 

This year there was a lack of a single theme to strengthen, a lack of voices added to that together. 

It's not me, it's the history of violence in Mexico where eleven women continue to be killed every day. Many just because they are women.

It is urgent that we center our cries and banners in one voice, it is urgent that a government sees us, recognizes us and does something to change history. 

Saturday's march was massive, but lacked that ingredient that would make it an explosion of faith.