{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: diy like Barack

do you remember the sensation? the feeling that immersed in the very depths of our bosoms as he rose out of that car. he waved and smiled so gracefully, so powerful, surreal. his family by his side. the apprehension that dared the very sweat from leaking down our faces- waiting, holding our idling breaths. just waiting for them to take the one consequential prospect we had left. waiting for them to witness the dreams of every bloodline that fought to get to the very place he marched- waving firmly at us not in vain but with a cause- so sure of where he was going.

to get to that very place in history where we can relive that moment and say: one day, i am going to be a president and they can say naught because it has been done and history can only but repeat itself.

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i'm not even american but...honestly when obama became president.... i wish i was. i cried for peace's sake.

also, i'm so grieved about what's happening at Charlottesville. it's really saddening to see what's taking place but i just urge u guys to keep an optimistic mind of a rebel.