Lulu_D

My little sister 

Only 7 years old 

Innocent 

And yet strong willed 

She will grow up 

In this country 

With this president 

This person who calls himself 

Hello writers, artists, friends, and fellow members! 

sitting in bed close to 7 am waiting for the election tracker to light up. 

sitting in bed close to 8 am doomscrolling through election websites knowing it's all futile now.

this is not a poem. 

this is not a song.

this is not metaphor, a sonnet, an ode, not a ballad, a rant, not even a dream–

this is a plea. 

No. 

I refuse to be afraid.

We are so caught in the coming climb

We forget to turn and see the cliffs we've scaled.

I am living in a country where a woman is bracing for a climb to greater heights

I wonder what I look like

In your eyes.

What I look like

In your dreams. 

Maybe I'll be gone,

But please carry on. 

Don't be shadowed in the dark,