An Acrostic
Before Barack, we were locked in a red/blue struggle
Against each other, against other nations, against our principles.
“Restored” is how I feel now. We can thrive — not just endure.
After Election Day, we woke like children on
Christmas morning. Even Republicans looked happier.
Kids love Barack. He makes it cool to be smart, work hard.
One hundred days, each bearing progress, transparency. The
Black experience, the spirituals, the blues, woven through our tapestry
And now fully claimed. I breathe easier now, on the streets, in the world.
Melting cynicism, igniting dreams,
America surprises, delights the world.
patricia a. matthew 