I have taken my humble pills but you've got to stop thrusting your unsolicited advice into my throat. It tastes half baked and makes me want to throw up. I'm done consuming your reheated, stale, take away opinions.
You do not understand what this fight is about. You can, but it will take huge efforts. Your privilege has rendered you immovable. If you want to understand, listen.
You can't preach to me what my struggle is about just because you own the microphone.