Kamala

She is not perfect, she may not be right.

But I am so grateful she is here to shed some light

On the dark, on the small,

Who have been through it all.

Those who have seen racism and sexism shot at them

While they lay quietly in their unique hell.

Angry at their helplessness,

Angry at the fact that change never happens.

At least she tells that seven year old girl to hold her head high,

Someone to see herself in, someone to inspire her when she cries.

An example of someone she could be,

Someone who shows her she is not lost in a white sea.

For the first time, someone that looks like me is at the podium.

It is not perfect, it is not nearly enough.

It is the first draft.

For some, it is a life raft.