(Not a haiku)
As I try to describe the woes I feel inside,
I cannot hide some snide resentment that might reside
somewhere beneath my pride.
My experience in this election has been a roller coaster of emotions. The extreme amount of distaste I feel for my political system at this point is immeasurable. Had it not been for a discussion with my best friend about his opinion, I might not have been able to convince myself to vote. Dependent as that may sound, his words, resonating with me still, gave me a bit of clarity. He told me he was going to vote for a particular candidate and not because he liked her, but because the idea of our electoral college votes going to Donald Trump would defeat any sense of pride that writing in Bernie Sanders or Jill Stein would give. I know I will never hang out with these candidates or know them on a personal level, so whether or not I like who they are is irrelevant. In consideration of my vote, the question at hand is of qualification and who (on the ballot) is most deserving of the position.
My First Time Voting
Thought It’d Be Satisfying
Not Keep Me Crying
Bernie Engaged Me
Then Later He Asked That We
Vote For Hillary
Trump Is Tyrannic
He Invokes Fear To Control
A True Demagogue
Gary Johnson Is
The Libertarian Vote
But He's Not For Me
Though Jill Stein Is Nice
Politics Can Be Brutal
And Unrelenting
North Carolina
Does Not Recognize Write-ins
Just Three Choices Then
President Aside
Voting For A Governor
Was Satiating
Wanting To Matter
Contradicts The Action Of
Not Voting At All
