Popcorn

My name is Amelia.  

I am 17 years old 

And I am afraid for my future. 

I am tired of old men 

Deciding how I will live,  

Determining the world in which 

She's finally ahead in the presidential race. The way my hope lifted when I heard that news. And the disbelief on my face? How, after ten months? I was sure I was going to be screaming from my porch on election day, "Why, why?

Do you remember the time

that you and I

spent in front of the TV?

We watched Disney cartoons

and the world around us

stopped.

I remember 

when nothing else mattered

and we could just be.

Sometimes I miss 

little things that meant nothing to some 

but everything to me 

Do you remember the childlike wonder 

on those rare days when we got to see 

Goodnight, goodnight.

While you sleep ever so tight,

I’ll be here

waiting

for a soft sleep to embrace me

It doesn’t come for the cautious

Instead I’ll hold you so close