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Seeing things from the water, looking up. Paradigm shift. 

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Trump is Like Oxygen

What if he's like 

the mask an airplane

lets down in the event 

of a looming catastrophe 

dispensing

vital oxygen? What if we 

are oblivious to the 

rescue offered?

We push away this 

sustaining substance

because we find 

the equipment’s

delivery system 

(yellow plastic held by elastic)

unpalatable.  

We prefer 

to suffocate as we crash

to the tune of foreign, 

unfamiliar 

calls to worship crying out

to a god we 

do not know while our

own remains uninvited. This

(anthem parenthesis) 

cocoons angry women 

who in tender

moments administer rituals 

to initiate each other 

into wearing modesty 

by way of

hijab - draping  

our American flag 

around their heads

and necks as a symbol -  

consenting, ironically, 

and (un)knowingly 

to sharia law.

I'm going out on a limb (naked) by writing this - because I'm disturbed to my core. The core I didn't even know I had! I did not vote out of discouragement and hopelessness. After some digging, I'm wishing I had voted for Trump after all. Hate me too, if you will.

I'm confused with the hatred toward him and the hatred displayed by the women's marches. 

Tasmania

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