“Please listen to me,”
The sad girl in the mirror says.
“Please listen to me, and tell me I’m okay,”
She puts her hands to the cold glass
and looks at me with droopy red eyes.
“Please save me.”
…
“I don’t want to die.”
…
I cover my ears
and turn away
and shut the door behind me
as I leave.
She wails,
begging for me to return,
but I can’t stand to stall at the mirror
and stare at myself
and wish for impossible things.

Cry not, you approved it.
If a foreign attack us?
You approved it.
No need to complain.

If a man attacks your daughter?
Out of rage or respect.
You approved it.
Cry not later about justice.

A felon, you elected.
Cry not when someone with less notoriety do it.
You signed off on him excelling through it.

Laws on the books for everyone.
So, when he flies to another countries.
Don't go trying to block regular folks from doing it.

Just remember, no need to complain.
We never were great, and he can't make it great again.
Not when crooks, bigots and fools, are your best friends.