It was Wednesday, November 9th, the day after

Our heads throbbed with the reality

that Donald Trump won, and Hillary Clinton lost.

Our eyes spilled over, like an uncontrollable landslide,

blocking the road ahead.

Our heads were an old building after an earthquake.

Don’t worry; it will be all right.

Our eyes spilled over, like an uncontrollable landslide,

blocking the road ahead.

While they chanted, BLACK LIVES DON’T MATTER.

Don’t worry, don’t worry; you’re being ridiculous.

There is nothing to fear, you said, as they spray painted

 MAKE AMERICA WHITE AGAIN on school property

While they pulled a woman’s hijab off in a grocery store.

But your argument was a blindfold and some earplugs.

There is nothing to fear, you said, as they burned rainbow flags.

I screamed, but you could not hear.

Your argument was a blindfold and some earplugs.

And my state of mind was like a ghost, forever trapped in purgatory.