I wrote this after the election, thinking a lot of what a vote truly means and the fact that it wasn’t that long ago that women won the right to vote.  I thought she would win, as you will see at the bottom of the poem.  I toasted with the other women in my National Organization of Women’s group, the night of the election, to the first woman president.  Then when I got home, got the shock of my life.  He won.  Still can’t believe it.

I think back
on women
just getting
the vote in 1920.
Our great grandmother’s
went to bat &
now here we are
getting the chance
to vote for a
woman president.
What a change
a push forward
a new high.
Still people
think she is
a bitch in a
red pant suit
exuding her
power & influence.
Coming from
giving so much
of herself
to children & non-profits
and politics
& people somehow
come up with the
title of bitch.
I don’t get it
I see strong, powerful,
says what she thinks
articulate, does what is
right.
Stands up to men and
women alike,
heads of state,
people who we
deem to be our
enemy.
She tries to communicate
consensus and agreement,
to make the world
a better place.
A real strong woman in
a statement red pantsuit.
Our next president.

10-2016 Jewel Roberts