The literal worst.

Some might say Nixon- the criminal in charge

Martin for the tear he let the native’s tread

Hoover for the shanty towns that rose

Fillmore who let the escaped and finally free be returned to captivity.

John Taylor the whig who wasn't a whig but manifested his Ideas in us going west.

Warren G Harding and the Affairs

James Buchanan who started the war.

But the worst were the ones who never got to be.
The literal worst because I got to see a world that will remain unknown to me.
And they are:
Jessie  
Charlene
Victoria and Shirley
Belva
Elaine
Carol ‘n Patsy and
Cynthia McKinney
And who can forget Joan Jett Blakk the black Drag Queen


Because Despite what the winners want you to think WE do not look like James Buchanan!

Warren Harding!

John Taylor and all the other men who have persisted to reign.

And still, we sit here and watch as all other make strides in the field we claim to have created.
Brazil
Germany
India
Israel
Iceland
Ireland
Liberia
Norway
Pakistan
The Philippines
Sri Lanka
South Korea
And the UK

I hope I live long enough to see America rise to the silent challenge of its peers.

To see a woman at the podium
To see a woman at the desk.

To see

The black woman
The trans woman
The bisexual woman
The old woman
The unmarried, unmothered woman
The minority woman
The asexual woman
The not so average American woman woman.
The bleeding woman.

U may be from Venus
    And I from Mars
And we do think how different we are....
    Yes !! we may be different
Different as Rock and Sand...

But let me tell you my Beloved...

As time passes by
  Rock becomes Sand and Sand become Rock...
No longer happy to Mock..

As the time will Pass
  i will be you and will be me..
To be same....Forever to be...
                                                                                 ---------- Blakk

In the Silence of night
   Echos the sounds of past..
Takes us back
   To the moments that we wished to last....
Some of us cherish and rejoice the time they had
Some feel empty and alone, Destined to get mad.....

And with the strike of the second
  We are back to the present
To get busy with the life we choose to spend....
                                                       ­                                           .......Blakk