Reid@YWP

I knew this was coming 

I knew he would run again 

Every four years 

And yet it still comes 

With a shock 

Then she stepped in 

Giving me hope 

Calling him out 

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone? 

It was the night when the battle turned.

The speaker sat back

There was gas in their eyes and hatred,

Blackened like needles,

Though dirty still,

And twice as sharp,