Friday, January 16, 2009

packing my bags

Among the nervous chills running through my stomach as the inauguration day creeps closer are curious thoughts of what tomorrow will bring. I'm so anxious for this trip that I haven't fully packed my bags despite the 7 hours I have spent in my dorm. As I continue to look over my things, in fear of leaving anything of importance, I find my true problem. There is no proper preparation for this coming 2oth of January. I will be apart of what my mother and my mother's mother has been waiting for for years. I will witness something unheard of to Americans. An unreasonable idea before now an unmistakable reality. As I ponder on what to fill my bags with I see that my true load is that of my ancestors. A load that I can not carry lightly.

The pressure is here and will be handled by a brilliant African American Man and the hasty decisions of my generation.

What will tomorrow bring? A revolutionary leader! (and a black one none the less)

I might be here packing my bags for another long while...

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