Dear Mr. President

By Alicia Galan

I know you hold yourself up on a pedestal,
but nothing you say is ever so profound.
The words flow out of your mouth so smoothly,
how do you not choke on all that cruelty?

I hear the sickening sound
of your cheer as you won the last round.
The fear of regression becomes prevalent,
and the future seems indefinite.

I hear your plans are set for execution,
despite their misconduct based solely on persecution.
How do you plan to speak for us all,
while some are silenced behind your walls?

I hear the chants in the streets
of warriors refusing to accept defeat.
Watch as their fear creates a goal,
and their determination begins to mold.

I know you’ve been placed up on that pedestal,
and now you have the perfect view.
You’ll be surprised when you look down
to see us fighting to take back your crown.

Process

I wrote this piece shortly after the horrific outcome of the presidential election, which made me feel angry, but determined. It was inspired by the millions of people who protested the unjust actions of our presidential elect, and had the courage to Rise, Speak, and seek Change.