I cannot trust a man who must put his name on everything he owns (especially now that he owns us)

Fall leaves puddled on Madison's streets

Like blood the morning I awoke and found

He had won.

In that first hour, I smoked three cigarettes

After a break of years.

Was no one going to talk about what we had done?

But, of course, the winners have their pride,

And, on the way to buy that first pack of many,

I kicked over a "Make America Great Again"

Sign by the railroad tracks,

Angry and afraid.

I usually don't write political poetry, nor am I usually so open about where I put it, but I couldn't imagine a better way to express how the outcome of this Presidential Election affected me. Writing this poem was a step towards healing, even though the tone speaks of a different emotion. Appalled as I am by the political climate of our nation, I will take Secretary Clinton's advice and work towards a better future where everyone can feel welcome and stand united as Americans. We are not there now, but it is my dream, a dream I know I share with millions.