Cape May beckons your presence,
Impatiently crashing and pulling against the sharp shards of rock, Your fingers beg for land
Your lungs beg for air
And yet, you beg for the deep blue trench beneath

Even as a child, my mother told me to stray from the boy with auburn hair.
Who lived in the house by the sea
Struggling to be more than just my summer lover.
More than an annual kiss near passing ferries,
More than just your pale skin,
On my dark skin, in the sand of July

Summer passed, I was not there
Summer passed, I was not there,
This summer passed, I was not there and you shattered,
Drowning.
No longer a part of me,
You are now part of the sea,
salt,
and sky.

These past few weeks, waking up has physically hurt.
That sinking pain that drowns your heart in grief,
I feel it.
As if there was a rhyme or reason for the self pity
That climbs into bed at night,
After smiles and the fight,
And stares with sad eyes
Hoping and diving into cold sheets that dream
You are the deep blue,
And he was a stream.

America needs a poor, ***** mother for president.
We need a Muslim for vice president and a feminist to lead the army.
America needs a homeless man with no health insurance and AIDS to allocate food stamps,
gays to run the senate, and lesbians to run the house.

America needs a president who’s been shot at,
*****,
and ****** on his whole life.
A person who has held their dying child,
losing a battle that cancer has already won,
buried up to the knees hospital bills.

America should be run by a person that wakes up every morning with no heat or air conditioner.
Who has fought in a war,
shakes in the night,
and lives on minimum wage.
Someone who takes the bus,  the subway, and owns one pair of sneakers,
There is no time or money for anything else.

We need an inner city teacher for president.
Someone who spends 4 hours on Sundays preaching for president,
Just to go home and put on his wife's dress.

America needs a straight talker and a street walker to head the FBI.
An illegal for the CIA,
And a transgender for the DOJ.
But that will never happen.
What I have realized is that there is no longer a distinction between what is right, and what is real.

Real, is a leader is one that has been to the free clinic,
waited in line at the DMV,
and buys clothes from Walmart.
Real, is a president that is no stranger to violence.
A vice president who has been to county.
That has been fed jail food,
strip searched,
and wasted years that they will never get back.

We, the people do not fly around in private jets,
Puffing on Cuban cigars.
We, the people do not solely consist of old, rich men,
Making decisions for young, poor women.
Telling us what we can and can’t do.
Who we can and can’t love.
Widening the gap between the haves and haves nots.  

We the people know hard work,
We know blood,
We know sweat,
We know tears,
But what we do not know,
Is how to engage ourselves in the goings on in the world around us.
Take responsibility,
hold your own,
and question everything.