A Post-Election Mantra

 In Poems

I will pull myself out of bed today.
I have slept long enough.
I will face all this ugly
with every ounce of beauty in my bones.
I will be a shield for my brothers
to stop every bullet fired in fear.
I will be a stone for my sisters
to smash every last glass ceiling.
I will be a voice ringing out
for all those shackled in silence.
I will keep swimming on.
This sea of despair
has no right to my name.
I will keep loving until my last breath.


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