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.
I wish for a day where my dreams do not change for each day of the week.
But perhaps I do not.
Because some days I wish for a future where I am always busy, in a city that sleeps even less than I do.
I'm not drowning in water, but words.
A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.
The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.
It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.
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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