Voting Day

I watched her put her earrings in, zip-up her favorite dress. Line her lips in crimson red, and do the lipstick press. She glanced at me and grabbed her bag, there was no time to waste. The Voting Polls had opened, we had to move with haste. She made it like a holiday, the day she cast her vote. And spoke of it for days before, on calendar, made note. She said in other countries, kings and queens ruled over all. Treating them like property, from high on gilded-wall. But here, our vote is special, we choose who that will be. There is no king or kingdom. In America, we’re free.