Moving Slowly
There was a dark and eerie feeling that day
January 20th, 2017
It was the Presidents' Inauguration.
It was senior year of high school for me
And life was already feeling shaky.
I had a teacher who dressed in all black
Because she was mourning the victory.
I was not into politics
But the hatred would drag me in.
Why did everyone hate this man?
What history was I missing?
Little did I know about what was starting,
The instability would reach a high,
The country would begin parting,
I was stuck in the middle
Already confused about my future,
Now I have a country in shambles
And major protests to digest.
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