Even I wasn't pessimistic enough to believe Trump would win...

I know I'm always like wah, wah, wah, me, me, me, but I am a Black woman in this country so I do have other concerns. So, I knew America was racist as fuck even during these "post-racial" times, but I knew not how low these muthafuckas would go. I thought to myself, ok, surely, no one is dumb enough to choose the unqualified, unprepared, psychopath to run the nation. Surely. I was a fool to think that.
Just like I thought SURELY after all this footage of cops shooting and a lot of times killing unarmed citizens (not always even suspects), then they would either have to stop doing it or have a damn good reason. My faith in humanity extended too far. When they said a man associated with BLM was the reason those cops were targeted and shot was found, but they sent a robot with a bomb to kill him I had more than a hunch. That didn't even make sense. Even if I were to believe that since when is that how we handle criminals when the ones who shot up schools and churches got apprehended and placed in bulletproof vests to ensure their survival. Nah, b. Nah, son. I don't trust shit you say.
But I guess I kinda did. Because here we are and there he is and now my heart is galloping in my chest. I don't know exactly what this means for me, women and other minorities, but I know the Grab Em By the Pussy President doesn't have my best interest at heart and neither do the fuckers who voted for his ass. 
People were saying he has exposed a lot of closeted racists and all I thought was that they weren't closeted. You just didn't know who they were because they probably weren't having a convo with you. They have gone from talk to action now though. Even now I'm wondering who am I walking past in the streets who feels they deserve to have a say in my life or even to snuff out my life because of my black skin and ownership of a vagina. Neither of which makes me second rate nor automatically incompetent. Which one of these fuckers thinks some people deserve to be treated like the people under the stairs because their skin isn't alabaster white? You little shits. 
I'm all over the place, but I'm sure a good amount of us are feeling scatterbrained and panicked.
This is why I have a hard time liking people because they may have harmful and/or uninformed opinions that lead to these sort of catastrophes.

As Mad Eye Moody said, "Ever vigilant!" They will smile in your face (or shoot you in it) when all the while they wanna take your place. Them backstabbers. Smh.

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  1. Unknown1:58 AM, November 09, 2016

    I'm still waiting for somebody - anybody - to jump out and say "April Fool's" or "Gotcha!" or something

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    1. Tay11:00 AM, November 09, 2016

      After his name was listed on the ballot I knew the racist were not here to play childish games with us. They may have the mental capacities and morals of children but they have adult rights, unfortunately.

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