I cried on election night.
Frozen in fear as I stared at my phone,
I tried to not imagine my friends being dragged away
beaten, bruised, barebacked
like the kids in the history books
when another man said
he'd "make his country great again"
and climbed over a hundred scapegoats
then led them to the slaughter.
My parents said I was being irrational
as they cast their ballots for a man
who says my friends' fathers stole jobs
and ruined the sanctity of our nation.
Yet I still believe, despite its original intentions,
that all men (and women) are created equal
and deserve to be treated as such.
I will stand arm-in-arm
with a bright spectrum of skin colors
and we will make that awful man's presidency
a living hell.