#voting2016

Everyone is already calling for Trumps impeachment before he's even in office.

What happened to "Each American deserve a chance!" and "Equality for everyone!"

Practice what you preached people.

Bill Clinton spoke confidently while in Iowa last month, but he described a loss for his wife, former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, as a possibility.

“We are on the verge of having the best times America has ever had if we do the right things and show the right face to the world and show the world how to walk away from the madness,” he said.

Yesterday I voted for my very first time (12 PM EST). Exhilarating the process was (due to the factor my mother was proud and told the crowd of my voting experience), it really was not all that. I entered my precinct ward directed behind my house within a few hundred steps. The lines where just right. The weather was just right; a-not-fall-to-almost-winter weather, to my surprise before I left I had to change out of the layers I created during my outfit setting ritual in my bedroom (sign 1). 

Inside the precinct ward, it was close to dear life I almost could not vote; I began to feel anxious although my posture and expressions were reluctantly calm. My natural asili within me ordered me to vote, though. Truth is I did not want to. As I was getting dressed, I found a loophole to not voting with the generations before me (my mother and maternal grandmother). I had the same political outlook as many melanin brothers and sisters, our voices aren’t counted in this society. I voted anyway. I knew I owed it to my ancestors who died for this and to the future generations. 

Back to my anxiety, I honestly did not know if I was going to be able to vote. I filled out an AB for North Adams while I went to school out there. My mom was more anxious; she ALMOST seemed like she was going to sacrifice her vote just to make sure I did. This is interesting. The idea behind the real meaning behind voting. It is significant. Everything in this society is VOTED on, when you are not at the table you’ll be on the table which will seem like everything is being DICTATED if you’re on it. In a way, yes and yes. Both voting happens and dictation happens. Dictation happens because we let it happen by not voicing our opinion. Whenever we do, it is too late (look at the 2016 presidency campaign, Bernie). 

I will NOT be dictated! Give me liberty or give me death! I voted, of course reluctant still. But voted for the very first time, as a 20 year old Afro-Amerikan Female in this society. 

Voting was confusing as hell (I know my other melanin brothers and sisters who did not vote, did not vote for that very reason; confusion and being unaware) *SIGN 2*. Plain and simple I did not know who to vote for after voting for a president. I regret not using my self-determination to understand who would be on the ballots and understanding their position. I didn’t have to vote anyone, didn’t know that. But most of them held the election on their own so it it inevitable they would win; still I was not relectuant when it came to that process. The next process that took some on the foot thinking was the 5 questions that could possibly be enacted as laws. I was careful and thoughtful. Anyone who would like to discuss and exchange answers, let’s go! But I feel it is important to practice my privacy right and not disclose of that information.