Stacey Abrams, or Where Hope Is

That she stands there smiling

even before she says much and we

many of us not every single person

because that would be impossible

we feel better because she is there

wildly intelligent, as imperfect as teeth,

she writes racy romance novels imagine another

candidate who could do that

knows about poverty and prison

and the South and what can happen

if you read books and what can happen

if you don’t and what it’s like to be a black woman

at Yale University and what it’s like

to be a black woman in a small town in Georgia

brother in prison church and neighbors and how life can be

if she has the chance she deserves the chance

she knows she’ll get one day and we watch her knowing

all she can do and all we can do too.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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