Literature
I am an American and I ache.
I am an American,
who watched a baby girl
toddling shiny-eyed
across the Debate Watch Party floor
and felt proud that she would not remember
a world before a woman President in America
and cannot bear to imagine what her future might hold
just hours later.
I am an American,
who rebuilt her sandcastle of hope
after the Primary waves
and cannot recognize it
after the storms of today.
I am an American,
paralyzed with fear for
the black, Latino, Asian,
Muslim, and LGBTQ+ people
who I love as my brothers and sisters—
for everyone.
I am an American,
wondering if one day
I will see the man who
sexually assaulted me
giving his acceptance