The day after
The day after
even the weather was awful
grey and dreary
the sky was crying
oh, the clouds were fitting
I felt heartbroken on Wednesday morning
while Monday night there was so much hope in the air,
and Tuesday was a surprisingly bright day:
with sun shining, birds singing, leaves turning red, orange and yellow
by the evening, the mood was changing…
We began to get worried
quietly watching numbers come in
trying not to panic but...
It wasn’t going well!
trying to be brave
“let's have courage, we don't know yet"
Though by the time I went to bed I could see the writing on the wall
I’ve never cried over an election like this before
As a woman, it feels suddenly less safe
It feels like half the country doesn’t mind the evil and doesn't care that the winner abuses women
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