the sound of thunder
shook me up
and I was afraid to read who won
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lightning flooded my room
I found my phone
and read the news
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I couldn't believe my eyes
against all odds
he had won the race
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outside my room
the storm raged and seethed
my hope withered beneath
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please, God, I’ll do anything
to change the election results
but 'this time' we didn't win
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I took a pill,
went back to bed,
and slept till dawn
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eventhough
it was hard to face the day,
I got up and wept
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I watched the news on and off
to test the hard to swallow truth
avoiding the orange buffoon
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during Kamala’s concession speech
she asked us to accept the results
but not give up the good fight
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no matter how hard it may be
hard work is good work
and our future is on our hands
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President Biden and Kamala
will do something trump could not
“a peaceful transfer of power”
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today, my best friend reminded me
Psalm 147:3
“God heals the brokenhearted
and bandages their wounds”
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