no matter what we pray,
no matter what we cry,
no matter what the news anchors deadpan
away,
no matter what the truth is,
no matter the color of the sky,
no matter the eleven years i've waited
for this chance,
no matter the rights of us the people,
no matter what we pray,
today is the day history is being made.
today is the sharp edge of the knife.
today we are pleading and screaming for freedom.
today we are being prepared to die.
Posted in response to the challenge Election '24–Women.
This morning I woke up at six am. The country was bleeding pomegranate red and I, so sure we'd be drinking in a giddy paradise blue, stared blankly for minutes if not hours at the flashing computer screen.
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.
every day my friend asks me
how many days.
every day my answer shrinks
and we shudder
willing ourselves to believe in light and truth and good
but can't help whispering
Comments
A healthy interest and care in the world around you is something to hold onto. Keep your spirits high; we don't know the outcome yet!
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