I filed into my local municipality this morning.
At 7:30 am in the small town of Lindenwold, NJ I was already voter number 200.
I’d been in this court room before, but never like this.
No requests for a lawyer.
No silent sighs of traffic fines and
Fines from not being able to pay those fines.
No, something was different today.
A mother took her two daughters behind the curtain with her.
Who are you voting for Mommy?
Sound it out the teacher told her young Pupil.
Sound it out baby girl.
O-BAM-A she said.
I looked around at the people in line with me
Some dressed in house coats
Some covered in tattoos
Some hoping that hope floats
Some with the paper open reading the news
One lady quietly sat there... Read More