The telly crackles as he takes to the stage.
Even if the people has spoken, my anger rages.
His glow and his smirk implicates that it’s time for revenge.
I can’t help but dreading that I’m no longer safe.
The telly goes black and I stare at my reflection.
Black, curly hair and a more liberal stance on life.
That makes me a target for the next four years....