I Didn’t Want To

I’ve sat here. Five minutes now. Staring at this paper. It was blank. Until I couldn’t stand (sit ) looking at its blankness. I had many thoughts that I was going to write. But I didn’t want to write about this election. I didn’t want to write about the sexism and blatant misogyny coming from the mouth of Donald Trump, and his sons. I didn’t want to write about explicit bigoted comments about “Mexicans,” “Rapists,” “losers, “Muslims.” I didn’t want to write about a man — a candidate for President of the United States — who bragged about how he just grabs women by their genitalia. 

I didn’t want to think about these things, either.

Or, why anyone would keep silent about them. Why there isn’t national outrage.