A work of fiction Source: CGTN I'm standing at a protest in Minneapolis between my two besties from college, bundled against the cold. I flex my stiff fingers around my "No Kings" sign. I shouldn't admit it, but I'm tired of protesting. I think of my mom marching during #MeToo, how she talked about how far women had come. In college, these same two friends and I marched for #BLM. It's exhausting that some people still believe others having rights somehow diminishes their own.