My Audacity to Hope

My Audacity to Hope

I cannot believe that I have been caught up in:

The audacity to hope,
For a better America.

The insanity to dream,
For our constitutional rights.

The ecstasy to think,
That America would become a peaceful superpower.

And the sadness to know,
That this was all a huge PR campaign.

Change, was a hopeful way of gift wrapping,
More of the same and worse.

About the Author

I have been writing since I was little and found myself bored but yet still trapped in a classroom. So instead of staring out the windows at school, I would write poetry in the margins of all of my school notes. And in this way I could pass the time without having to listen to the teacher when they were being boring or depressing. A few of these poems are in my first book “Poetry for All Those Breathing” which is now in its Seventh Printing. Poetry has always been a way for me to be heard by my family. If I would simply state how I felt, I would frequently be ignored but if I wrote it as a poem, what I had to say would be listened to. Sometimes my parents would even cry when they heard my poetry.