Over the course of a year, I've written a couple things about politics in journal entries concerning my emotional stance on politics; to go even further, my hatred for Donald Trump.

October 4, 2015

As a black woman with parents who've immigrated to the United States, I can respectfully say I'm living the American dream. That is if this dream is actually a nightmare... one, perhaps, foreshadowing my future.

January 27, 2016

I hear adults telling me not to worry about the situation at hand - that it doesn't need to be a big deal to me because I'm young.

How can I avoid this? How can I not be afraid when who I am, which I cannot alter, is at stake? When those around me, several million throughout our country, even myself, suffer from the oppression based off of prejudice which in itself causes war? How do I avoid a war I'm being forced to fight? Tell me how I can possibly escape this situation if you've got a good idea.

October 31, 2016

I'm not scared of the presidential election. We're getting closer and closer to the fate of future America. It seems scary but when there are so many people ready to stand and protest for the rights of the women, blacks, Latinos, gays, transgender men and women, Muslims, and so forth, the next president is nothing. I'm confident.

November 10, 2016

Well - this is awkward because I was so sure it would be Hillary. I was so sure that I wouldn't need to fear racists, bigots, misogynist, xenophobes, homophobes, and so on. I was so sure that I wouldn't need to suppress my emotions. I was so sure that we had won. I was with her, I am with her, but I guess the rest were with him; now they are all out, ready to terrorize; they won.

No matter what anyone says about any of this, politics is personal.