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poem turned rant
I had an idea
I wanted to spill all my anger into the page
so why is it always so hard to write
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Scared
I woke in the middle of the night
Oblivious to the pain that would come in 4 hours
When I woke up to my dad next to my bed a sad look on his face
My world shattered.
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My Little Sister
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
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On the Election, Our Future, and Additional Resources for Support
Hello writers, artists, friends, and fellow members!
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the definition of election day:
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.