My Interpretation of Politics
A Photo Poem & Video Reading
By: Kiana Shaffer The old philosophy still continues today
In this it portrays one voice The idea, for example, that each vote counts Has been lost through generations That the people elect a worthy candidate Is the lie fed to the masses when in reality, some tragic white man’s agenda is followed resulting in a divided nation. Or the other notion that, because there is in this country no one voter can change that to which the branches of the constitution implies, an amendment signified a change in who could vote. We talk about it in hope for change For all women there was a thin wire of grief, a tone almost querulous. After a while I understood that thinking this way, has led to voter apathy: record low turnouts of minority voters you and I. I had a dream that a college poll would inspire young voters to make their voices heard to step out in numbers and punch a ballot I felt a burst of wonder that are history has changed us like a thirst for equality everyone’s voice was heard with its promise for a new way of thinking, inspirational music rang from the polling stations, muddy places became clear on how to get registered called get out the vote. It hardly had to do with him. Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless opportunities. I must have been ahead of myself. But I remember so much, the need to spread the word, the thing her white father said that hurt her, what she dreamed. There are moments when the masses weren’t educated as to causes, agendas and the privilege of voting. Such optimism those afternoons and evenings, Saying vote, vote, vote.
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