Weary of the ways of the World

Wednesday, November 11th 2016. Its 7:35 a.m. The morning after Election Day.
Waking up the sky was a different kind of grey and the air held a different kind of smog. The night prior, I fell asleep with Hillary Clinton in the lead, fully prayed up I was certain she would win. To my surprise the atmosphere I awoken with matched the new leader of this free world. I have never been so hesitant to check social media in my life, and to confirm that Donald Trump is president was all the more frightening. As I began my day to do my makeup, silent tears rolled down my face, as my mother began to pray.

I can recall, in 2008, the moment Obama was elected in office. The look on my face that a change had come. A fifteen year old black girl saw change for my loved ones and a breath of fresh air for those who had come before me. Being black in America was a good look. Our president was BLACK. Again in 2012, my first time voting, to know that my vote mattered and four more year of change was on the brink allowed me to feel a sense of relief.

On the contrary, going to the polls this year was full of sorrow, disbelief, and confusion. Why would I ever have to choose the lesser of two evils? How as a country (the wealthiest and most powerful country in the world) did we come to THIS?
People constantly make jokes around and create “Memes” to disguise what is going on. “I’m packing my bags.” “I’m leaving this country.” Why would you ever leave a country our ancestors built? This is a country my Grandfather fought for. This is a country our people fought to make change just so we can coexist. A country that inaugurated a black man for eight years. This is a country that our people died for our right to even vote, and my people have the nerve to claim they didn’t exercise their right to do so. How embarrassing. At least Trump supporters came together and voted. At least they supported what even it is they believed in.
I am not even upset that Trump is a Republican, I am not upset that he is white, and I am not upset that he is wealthy. I am upset at the fact that he displays the character of a deplorable bigot. He is a reality star that moseyed his way into this election and somehow won. How? He singlehandedly exposed ALL of the individuals that are similar in personality and have been hiding for years.
So many questions stir up in my mind. Are we going to be able to finish school? Can us as African Americans make it home safe every night. What kind of world am I introducing my daughter to? Thoughts of a world where I can survive and thrive and obtain the “American dream.”

In the midst of this chaos, God is and will always be in control. Do not be dismayed and do not be misconstrued by the ways of the world. I will NEVER question God and his ability to works miracles. His plan is already set in stone. This is not a battle for us, but for the Lord. Never underestimate the power that lies within. This is a test of faith, now is not the time to turn on Him.

To my fellow students in college please keep grinding and striving for that degree. To my fellow minorities working just to feed your families, please continue to provide. To my fellow mothers or mothers to be, please continue to set an example for your young, they are our future. Lastly to my fellow black men, you are the most feared species on this planet; your worth is more than gold to me. Please in a time like this we need you to be strong and understand that we got you.

“But in that coming day
no weapon turned against you will succeed.

You will silence every voice

raised up to accuse you.

These benefits are enjoyed by the servants of the Lord;

their vindication will come from me.

I, the Lord, have spoken

Isaiah 54:17


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