inauguration poem

Why I March

I march against oppression

inequality, injustice

I march because I believe

In fair treatment for all of us

I march because I’m angry

but also I am proud

I march so those in power

will hear our voices loud

I march for my freedom

for my body and my soul

I march to be one step closer

to our equality goal

I march with my sisters

through D.C. hand-in-hand

though we may be different

together we still stand

I march for the past

and the future to come

so all the progress that we’ve made

will not become undone

Eight years ago today,
I walked into my second grade classroom
and didn’t know what my teacher was showing on the projector.
I didn’t know what the word “inauguration” meant,
or what the words our new president spoke really meant.
I’d heard the words liberty and justice for all.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
All men are created equal.
And that is what I learned to associate with America.
Today, I know what is happening.
I know what an inauguration is,
and I know what those words really mean.
I know that they don’t mean what our reality currently is.
And I am scared for the second graders of today.
The second graders of today who are learning
that liberty and justice for all doesn’t mean much
to our new leader.
Who are learning that maybe all men all created equal,
but all women and all immigrants and all
people of color and all disabled people and
all religions and so many others
are not given the same chances.
When you have to sit down and tell a bunch of
nine year old children that they have to be
bigger and stronger inside than
the leader of the free word-
that’s a problem.
And I’m scared for all the second graders of today.
—  of life and liberty // c.r.h.

in my dream,
snow white wakes up,
unclenches her fist,
and tells the prince that she doesn’t want to be kissed.

she demands to be known by the fire
raging inside of her,
but she is porcelain, and they name her so.

the more breakable we are,
the more beautiful we become.

in my dream,
i choose to be hideous.
i open my mouth and from it spills
a tangle of thorns,
a wolf choking on the full moon,
heat and blood and angles.

in my dream,
they burn my sisters and i at the stake
for having the tongues of witches,
and we smile when we complain about the chill.

we build our homes
on the pavement,
the front of the bus,
the edge of the nile,
the bottom of the vial,
hug ourselves to feel the earth.

in my dream,
we do not rewrite history;
when they bend us over,
we reach for the future.

on our knees,
we gather the soil from which
our daughters will grow.

in my dream,
we are dorothy,
we are the wicked witches.
we keep our knives ruby red and sharpened,
aimed at the man behind curtain,
and march forth.

the wizard will see us now.

Rima Job

Masses gather for upstream fight.
As media waits with baited hook.
The winter swallows all our light.

With tiny hand on the black book–
An oath spews from garbage-fire jaws
From orange head with dumb-found look.

Gutteral roars from southern maws
As doomsday clock ticks down for man.
Oh freedom and your tragic flaws.

This will pass your attention span.
Stay proud to be American.
Obama described as a 'tyrant' in poem celebrating Trump inauguration
A poem has been written for Donald Trump's inauguration that pays tribute to his Scottish ancestry and attacks Barack Obama. The President-elect's mother, Mary Anne Macleod, is a Scot and grew up on the Hebridean island of Lewis. The poem, which was not commissioned by Mr Trump or his transition team, refers to snatching power from “a tyrant” who has “ill-gotten power”. It was written by celebrated American poet Joseph Charles McKenzie of the Society of Classical Poets.

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