twoblueviolets

Some people vote, but never think,  
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.  
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,  
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd.  

When I don’t have to

Lose the rights to my body

Is when we are equal.

Why are we not equal yet?

When I don’t have to

Be scared of walking alone

Is when we are equal

Results

In a country that was once blue

It is now red

It is now scary

Results

Flood in

From different states

Battleground states

Is there blood there?

Results

Determine our country

Since when did the world mock me?

When was the moment that I walked down the street to a threat of being paved?

A threat on the path I have walked my whole life?

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. 

"Oh little girl,"

They say with distain 

Usually followed by a suggestion on how to change myself 

But I don't want to change 

"Oh little girl,"

With tears in their eyes