bumblebea

When I was little, my brother and I would dress up and go Trick-or-Treating. 

I would change my costume a hundred times because I couldn't pick one. 

No one can predict 

Our country's future  

Various people watching and waiting  

Eager and scared for the outcome 

If you were to trace my roots 

What would you see 

Would my past be full of kings and queens 

Royalty 

People who had everything handed to them 

I think it's scary

To have someone

Who has done horrible things

Be in charge of our country

Have power and be in control

I love our world

But it's a mess

I don't want it

To get worse

At night

When my brain is flooded

With fears and worries

I think about

What will happen

If abortion isn't legal

If old men

Get to continue

To decide what

Happens to me

They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies. 

They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand. 

They deserve to look at each other with love.