Writing

I hear about all the things he does,

But what can I do?

Signs,

Bumper stickers,

Voices,

Celebrate the end.

For democracy, 

Our country, 

Ukraine, 

the LGBTQIA2+ community,

Whisked away,

In a dark unknown.

Long fingers pull us out.

Scrutinize.

We’re unlaced,

Laced again,

Step by step we thud against the ground.

White turns to gray,

Soles become worn,

I want my destiny

Given in my hand like a trophy.

I want to know what I'm made for,

Right now, I feel empty. 

Everyone else has their purpose,

And they just seem to fit. 

I want that feeling

The thing in books

In movies

The fictional love

The one I dream about

The one that I see online

The one I read about

I want not just the butterflies

You walk down the hallway, suspicion on Your tongue. You remember it all, except You don't because Your memory is awful. 

Everything is capital R E D A C T E D. Redacted. Gone.

192o days

Until the next election

Each day a struggle

1920 days of living

In this place

How many laws and bills can be made

In this place

How many people can get hurt

How many people will cry