My Time

This is my time. I've had a lot of time to think about this presidential election cycle. I've seen hundreds of videos, read far too many news publications both online and physically, and tomorrow I get to make my decision, although in my mind I have my heart set on who I'm voting for. I know who I side with and whose presidency will alter my life for the better. But that's not what's going through my mind right now. At the moment I have the same imagine playing over and over again in my mind. It's the first time I can remember going to a polling center with my parents back at home in Puerto Rico, an island that even though anyone born there is a United States citizen, cannot vote for the president of the United States. I remember going into the polling booth with my mom and her showing me the ballot and seeing her mark off the candidate she wanted for Governor of the island and the other positions on the ballot and then I remember going home and waiting to see if her choice had won. Tomorrow that little girl that could barely see the ballot on the booth because it was too high up will now be able to vote in her first presidential election. Tomorrow I will enter that voting booth alone and cast my ballot. That is now the imagine that overwhelms my mind. It's an imagine that fills me with hope. An imagine that fills me with pride and exaltation. It's an imagine I can't and don't want to shake out of my mind because voting in this election is of the upmost importance. Because I can't and won't let my voice be drowned by the opposition. This is my time to be a force.



and oh yeah #ImWithHer