February 5th, 2008

super tuesday
god, there's nothing quite like the thrill
of making your american voice
be heard

this has been as important an election
as those alive today are likely to ever experience
and we've all got a front row seat

i know how exciting it's been for me

long, endless talks with friends and relatives
detailing the latest debate
up-to-the-minute polls
and the ever shifting tides of support and criticism

as heidi says
"one day you're in and the next day, you're out"

i've been supporting hillary for some time now
it's just a feeling
electric

she moves me
when she speaks i smile
her brains
her passion
the experience i feel others lack
the fact that she's dedicated her life to public service

i feel her love for this country
for us
for all americans
and i know she would be the leader
we all, deep down, dream of

we shall see
like i said, it's an exciting year

as of late
barack has moved me in ways he hadn't before
he too would make an amazing leader of the free world
and if it's him that gets the nomination
i will throw my support behind obama 100%

there's certainly something to be said
for ending the bush-clinton reign over this country
that if hillary were elected
and then re-elected
would go on for an unbelievable 28 YEARS

"CHANGE" is definitely needed
but i put my faith
in the kind of change that only she can bring

it was an odd sensation
on super-duper tuesday

after voting in the primaries
i headed to the apple store
before work
to finally, FINALLY replace the ipod that had broken
nearly a full year ago

on my way west
from the 59th street station
i passed a young-lady holding a "hillary" sign
urging those who hadn't yet, to get out there and vote

she was also holding a sizable amount of pamphlets and literature
and had a few hillary buttons attached to her bag
i asked if she had an extra button
& she told me no, but that she'd love to give me a hillary sticker

so i took one
said thank you
and headed towards "mac"ca with the sticker on my coat

but i was surprised
at the odd sense of vulnerability i felt
by so blatantly endorsing a candidate

almost like a naked in public feeling
these street-strangers could see inside of me
they knew at first glance who i'd voted for
and in turn
what kind of an america i innately believed in

i was highly aware
of what black men might think
or women
hell, anybody for that matter
pro or con

because without fail
every, single person who passed by
would (poker-faced) glance at the sticker
directly in front of my heart

and then (poker-faced)
without fail
immediately glance up at me

i could hear them, their thoughts
this is who that person is
we don't know who
or how
we don't know where he comes from

but he's young and white
a new yorker
who supports hillary clinton
and is headed somewhere fast