I can feel it in my bones, a sense of expectation that refuses to listen to me when I remind it that change doesn’t occur over night, a thrill along my spine despite the mess and the gargantuan job before us, a rise in my spirit.
Tomorrow, I no longer belong to a country that only elects rich white men.
Tomorrow, my President will not make me cringe when he speaks or tempt me to compare the cover of Time Magazine with the cover of Mad Magazine.
Tomorrow, my President will not be doing comedians jobs for them, they will have to work harder when poking fun at our nation’s leader, well, except for his ears.
I can hardly wait.
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