The Inaugural Poet Slammed at TNR

While I didn't think Elizabeth Alexander's poem sterling, I certainly didn't find all these harsh comments for it either.

Sometimes, and this was one of those days, I chose to not allow a misspoken word, a failed hairstyle, or a poem disturb my sense of pleasure to see a new administration in the White House.

And occasionally I think too much thinking, something I suffer from myself, ruins the feeling of living.

January 20th, Inauguration

I am not black.
I am not white.

I am green.
I am pink.
I am rust.
I am peach.

I look dusky.
I can look like a ripe olive.

But I am a woman.
But I am the child of an immigrant.
But I am an American.

And today
I am proud to be all
things united.