Reid@YWP

No one can predict 

Our country's future  

Various people watching and waiting  

Eager and scared for the outcome 

Listen to the soft pattern 

of rain drops falling onto the window pane 

creating streams of water 

that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill. 

Feel the softness of a blanket 

Today I am afraid 
For today my life 
Lies in the hands of people 
Who see me as a monster 
A destroyer 

Freedom is a thing

Written into the amendments

Into our hearts

Something we are promised

But promises break

And America's promise

Was never fully whole

It was always broken

Freedom is not

Oh, look at the leaves. 

Look at how they fly. 

Look at how they circle, 

Freckling the sky.