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.
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
I made tea this morning.
I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.
I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone.
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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