For every one of you who were denied the opportunity I will vote For every one of you who survived as an act of resistance I will vote For every one of you who dreamed of freedom I will vote For every one of you who died hearing “less than” in your ears I will vote For every one of you who had family ripped forever from your arms I will vote For every one of you who became strange fruit on a dark night I will vote For every one of you who had no say over your body I will vote For every one of you beaten, intimidated, or humiliated I will vote For every one of you who birthed unwanted children I will vote For every one of you who risked death and the law for a choice I will vote For every one of you who were victimized without justice I will vote For every one of you who dared to dream one of your decedents could be president I will vote For every one of you who endured so that I can be here in this moment I will vote
I used to look at you and see a prismatic array of culture and color shining in the light of the American Dream Facets of myself and those I love reflected in you
Something erupted from your shadows Dark, scared and desperate Eclipsing your torchlight of hope and promise
Something so terrified of Its obsoletion, It would rather see you burn than cede the power It stole to those It stole from
Something willing to sacrifice the kaleidoscope of colors and culture that alchemize in the magic of your melting pot on the alters of greed and privilege
Something that wars against the Divine Feminine ascending into her full power
It claims white as its color with all the implications there of while stoking the red flames of righteous indignation and entitlement over those who are “other” beneath your blue-sky dream of a country of immigrants as equals It so easily forgets that It was not native to your soil
America All that you were made from All that you were made for is under siege Its fear of the dying of the light at the end of Its era has made It desperate and so destructively dangerous I’ve heard that the ending of the time of Power Over is upon us Beware Its rageful final moments as It has no intention of going quietly
America The huddled masses are here for you Despite our trauma from Its constant abuse Its gaslighting Its imposed cognitive dissonance We are not ready to give up on you We are tired We are scared But you are the land of the free And we will be brave as we fight to save the grande and noble experiment that is you
The brush of your lips upon my neck The reverberating purr rumbling deep in your chest as you press against me
The grip of your fingers tangling in my hair Each sensation its own spectacular pyrotechnic show within me
The heat of your breath on my throat The tension in your arms as you pull me into you As if any room between us is too much
My lips swell from our eager, crushing kissing Goosebumps pebble every inch of my too-hot skin Sparked into existence by your exploring fingertips
My hands gripping your arms Your hair Your back Your hips
My nails sometimes teasing Sometimes scratching as I surrender to this tempest of desire
Sighs and moans Gasps and groans Hunger and need Primal and demanding our surrender to it and each other
I have no desire to resist Neither do you seem to
We are wonder and fire Surrendering to this conflagration As we quest to find in this consuming bliss The evocation of when our essence blazed as brightly as stars
Words Wishes and Wisdom 