It is the morning after.
Who is scared?
Who is fearful?
Those without agency, fame, or power.
I am a Black woman who did not support Donald.
I spoke my mind with art of word, although most of the time, it was not heard.
I am one who supported the American dream.
Who gave America credit for not being dehumanizing or mean.
Now…
I brace for retaliation.
I brace for unmitigated pain.
I love America.
Alas, it is plain to see,
That after all the fight and struggle,
America, is just not in love with me.
America is my country. My birthplace. My heart.
I am scared for legitimate reason.
I am Black. And a woman.
Two things that America, once bought and sold for parts.
I am trying to find light,
In this dark and dangerous day.
My chest is tight with fear.
And for good reason…
It is now open season on those with my color, my gender, my sway.
I still love America.
This beautiful bright country.
Only now, my dark face is stained with tears,
As I confront the realization of true hateful action,
Without protection in a country, where he now has Supreme power…
America, this is indeed a dark hour.