The telly crackles as he takes to the stage.

Even if the people has spoken, my anger rages.

His glow and his smirk implicates that it’s time for revenge.

I can’t help but dreading that I’m no longer safe.

The telly goes black and I stare at my reflection.

Black, curly hair and a more liberal stance on life.

That makes me a target for the next four years.