There’s Got To Be A Morning After…

It’s November 6th and I’m a mess. My morning was a mix of nausea and crying. My stomach a knotted ball of emotions, my shoulder and neck tight from stress, the way too familiar pain of a tension headache throbbing. How did we get here? How did one of the most capable, experienced candidates in recent history lose to a bumbling lifelong grifter AGAIN? To say I feel betrayed by my fellow Americans is an understatement…not you Black women and men, and I am so sorry we didn’t follow your lead.

I know when I lay my head on the pillow tonight and every night, I voted well. I voted for the promise of tomorrow for all Americans, for joy and love, for a candidate who embodies American ideals. I mean Jesus Christ I voted for that a candidate who has experience in all three branches of government; a political EGOT club with as of right now ZERO members (I believe the closest was Taft but I was told there would be no fact checking). I did not vote for a rapist. I did not vote for a putrid racist. I did not vote for a candidate who stole from a pediatric cancer charity. I certainly did not vote for a candidate with six bankruptcies and justify it by lying to myself that they would be better for the economy. I voted for my fellow Americans, not against them.

So today we woke up to the news we never wanted to hear, but we woke up. Today we grieve, tomorrow we fight like hell. And oh yeah, to those who voted for hate; never forget that he hates you too.