& i can't stop thinking about how four men carved in stone actually matter

i'd like to think that the founding fathers, the framers, the men who wore wigs & makeup & helped make all this a possibility for me, would look at our country, at the cherry blossoms refusing to bloom next to the white-columned house engraved with their memories, and turn on their heels to leave. i'd like to think they'd be disappointed in the mess we made of their paperwork as soon as they turned their backs. i'd like to think that they'd be on our side.

but i can't stop thinking about the fact that our country was built on the backs of these men's slaves. i can't stop thinking about their signatures deftly sealing us all to a fate where one person doesn't equal one vote. i can't stop thinking, what if the founding fathers would be proud?