November 9th 2016. The day after the world cried.
I awoke this morning and made my way to class just like any other Wednesday. Except this morning, I had spent the last hour watching my friends mourn. Watching newscasters cry. Watching people realize, we lost.
When I stepped outside, the air was filled with smoke. It smelled like something close was burning. However there was no pillar of smoke from the burning object. Just a hazy cloud all around me.
The day after we get a new leader, should not be filled with smoke. You should not be able to feel the fear residing in your classroom. Feel the sorrow. See people on immigration websites. Know that you cannot speak to some of your sisters. Know that some of your classmates are just happy that they are a heterosexual, white, males.
The smoke drifts by. A gentle reminder, that the world is burning.