Driven to Tears

This is bad. There was that woman who rejected me in college. I felt this hollow pit in my stomach. No matter what I did, I really could not get over the fact that she did not want to go out with me anymore.

I was miserable. I really did not eat. I really could not focus on my studies. I knew it was silly. I knew it was my emotions gone haywire. Heck, I was trying to study so that I could, I hoped, get into medical school. It was hard to explain that my bad grades were caused by my girlfriend breaking up with me. Yet, there I was. Miserable. Downtrodden. Dejected.

Donald Trump, president-elect

I was experiencing the same feelings on the morning of Wednesday, Nov. 6. I looked at my phone, and Donald Trump was the new president-elect.

I have supported losing candidates before. Yet, this time, it was different. To me, the choice was obvious: Kamala Harris was a representative force for good. She ran a wonderful campaign. She was thoughtful. She was energetic. She was working to bring people together. I thought that America was ready for a black woman to be president.

But here we are. “Donald Trump, president-elect.” This really hurts. It actually hurts worse than when that woman dumped me in college.

The rock band led by Sting wrote the song Driven to Tears.

Hide my face in my hands
Shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existence
Is reduced to a shallow meaningless party

Seems that when some innocent die
All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
Too many cameras and not enough food
This is what we’ve seen

Driven to tears