Thoughts on the G Train the Morning After Election Day
I woke up this morning.
You could say it’s a different world.
My window is still cold,
The subway is still crowded,
Tatiana the crossing guard is still helping the little girls from down the block cross the street before school this morning.
I wake up, and the world keeps turning,
The sun still rises,
Trains keep moving and my rent is still due.
We can move forward,
It’s the only direction we’ve been given.