You made me sob, you made me cry.
You made my mother feel she would die
Before she saw a woman in the office
Of the president. It’s great offense
To our democratic sensibilities
To have you in charge of US responsibilities
When American’s vote of popularity
Was actually won by Hillary.
You’re the fourth Republican
With an electoral-college win
Contrary to the hearts of voters
Ballots. I wonder why that lingers?
Still I would like to say
I think I love you anyway
For one simple reason.
Not because it ‘tis the season.
Or because I will ever care
For your mess of orange hair,
But because you made US want
To fight the desire to flaunt
our steadfast indifference
to the lack of effort or sense
in politics. I believe in you
Though you may think I’m untrue.
There may have been a moment when
I sank into a deep depression.
But I know now we have to make a change
Because our future hangs
On the power of us all to love
Instead of hate. So when push comes to shove,
Quite literally, we’ll stand up hollering
So our voices small and weak will bring
A future worth smiling. Looking back
At the first President that was black
I have hope of US making history.
Just don’t grab me by the pussy.