I wrote this piece as my way of trying to come to terms with the most recent presidential election. I needed to process how weird it was that something so impactful and terrible had happened, but everyday life didn't stop existing. My hope is that this poem will offer encouragement to those of us involved in social justice work in the wake of the election. I would also want this to act as an acknowledgment that in other places in the world people are living in war-zones, surrounded constantly by death and destruction, and still get up in the morning and continue living. It brings attention to how seemingly small acts can be vital elements of social justice work.
"On Apocalypses: 11.9.16,"
New and Dangerous Ideas: Vol. 1, Article 6.
Available at: https://docs.rwu.edu/nadi/vol1/iss1/6
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