As of January 20th, Donald Trump is officially the 45th president of the United States. I logged on to Facebook for a brief second in the morning, almost forgetting and then logged out instantly. I also watched only the highlights of the Inauguration ball, speeches, and Whitehouse greetings without letting it affect my day too negatively. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m safely on the other side of this “wall” that is supposed to be built, but I know that my sisters, friends, mother and other important women are back home now, living in Trump’s new world.
I didn’t always think I’d be this girl.
I had this idea of constant evolution
which we are, aren’t we?
I thought I’d eventually evolve into
the person I was meant to be,
leaving behind all the pain.
Thinking the unfinished business
would turn itself into eventual awareness.
Not realizing that I had to do the work.
Not realizing that happiness has to be maintained.
It isn’t a state of arrival where
you coast once you’re there.
There is no finish line.