It was easier with the previous president. He was “black,”
So I said to myself, I’m a good person, so, of course, I will like him.
But this new one calls up different sets of judgements
Which force me to consider silently the following:
“He’s a different party than the black one. Is it racist, then,
To support him? It would be wise to hear what those who like
The previous president say, because there are many of them,
And you can never prove for sure you are not racist
And I don’t want to be seen in a bad light by many people
For whatever reason, even if it doesn’t reflect who I am at all.”
If you think this poem is going to explain Edward Snowden
Or which billionaire or which younger, beautiful wife,
Or which amendment or which tarrif to support, you’re wrong.
If you think I can just love you, if I will love you, you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong.