We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
My friend and I are grinning, reading signs and holding ours.
The positivity and hope is infectious, from the hundred or so holding signs.
This is the resistance, cheering and standing tall.
As long as we stick together, we will never feel small.
Posted in response to the challenge National Protest.
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone.
I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school
But I’m not so sure now.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy,
But I gained so much good:
The best teacher I’ve ever had.
The confidence I always needed.
I will be the court jester
But when you remind me of my past
My lungs refuse to laugh
Now I fall quiet
A sad smile dances on my lips
As I glance at you with pain in my eyes
Comments
"We need more of that cowbell!" -That one SNL skit from the 80s lol
Yess! Such a good skit!
I love that sketch! And its really cool how you put it with the protests.
Thank you so much!
"I put my pants on just like the rest of you -- one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records."
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