Yesterday

Yesterday, a poem about the day after the election Yesterday was the echo of thousands of voices. It was the echo of the voice of my father declaring, "Everyone just needs to calm down, it's not that bad." It was the echo of my mother asking, "What will marching change anyways?" It was the echo of survivors telling us, "It can happen here too." And the echo of the voices of firing squads shouting in unison, "It wasn't me." It was the echo of the pastors preaching, "Pray the hate away and trust in God."

[page 2] And the response of the congregation telling you, "To Pray, Pray, Pray, the gay away." It is the echo of gunfire ringing in the through the screen warning, "It's too dangerous, you must not march." It was the echo of my mind asking, "What am I going to change anyways?" But today, Today you will only hear our echo, creating a chorus of a thousand voices.

“This is not the way.”