Last Night

Last night, a clip of Mr. Rogers reciting “Mad That You Feel” before Congress made me tear up on my drive home.

What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world seems oh, so wrong…
And nothing you do seems very right?

Last night, as the full weight of the election became increasingly clear, my sisters and I huddled in bed watching animal videos on Youtube.

Last night, as my body buzzed with adrenaline and anxiety, two new tracks from the Hamilton Mixtape dropped on the West Coast and I felt it cover my arms and back like a salve.

Blood of my ancestors had that all built
It’s the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill


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