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“Hurricanes and Heartbeats: Kamala Lifts, Trump Divides” he’s the drought, a dust devil swirling in disguise, while the earth sweats and cracks under his lies— sells us out for a barrel of oil, thick and crude, let storms swallow lives, he’s in his gold-plated mood Kamala knows the price of a flooding rain, she stands in the torrent, shoulderin’ pain, while he denies the fever that burns our land, she’s out there with the people, palm to hand he spreads conspiracies like salt on a wound, watches dreams drown while he hums a tune plays puppeteer with fear in his fist, stokes the chaos, and calls it a twist Project 2025, a promise to bleed every river, every tree, for his greed and FEMA fades under his careless sweep, disaster a game, he dreams while we weep but Kamala’s here, in the storm’s aftermath, steady as sun breaking after the wrath she’s breathing life back to bruised-up towns, lifting us up while he tears us down so tell us again how you don’t believe while we bury our dead, while mothers grieve— our homes underwater, fires ablaze, you profit on poison, we count the days we see you, Mr. Trump, in the thick of the smoke, while Kamala breathes hope into everyday folk our memories long, and we know the score, your days are numbered—we’re coming for more. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #hurricanemilton2024 #ProudBlue #HurricanMilton #Milton #SaveLives #VoteClimate #KamalaHarris #Trump

Coach Tim Walz, he’s the echo of a place where roots run deep, where values are carved from the earth and character isn’t just spoken but lived. He’s the neighbor who watches over you, the guardian of the kids’ dreams, standing firm against the winds of injustice. With a heart that knows no borders and a spirit that refuses to bend, he’ll be the voice in the halls of power, the next Vice President, turning the rhythm of the people into a chorus for change. — Mustafa Santiago Ali #Poetry #DNC2024 #ProudBlue #TimWalz #KamalaHarris2024 #GusWalz #CoachWalz

“Kamala Harris: A Dream Realized” In the shadowed corridors of history’s grand parade, Where the echoes of whispers hold the dreams we made, Kamala Harris, namesake of resilience, claims the stage, The first Black female president, writing our new page. In her rise, the sun splits the darkened veil of our yesterdays, Each step she takes, a melody of broken chains, a thousand ways, As Ida B. Wells’ pen struck against the lies of time, So Kamala’s ascent rings as a victory’s chime. Maya Angelou’s voice, an anthem in the silent fight, Meets Kamala’s trailblazing path in the deep, pure light. Shirley Chisholm’s defiance, a pioneer’s fierce dance, Mingles with Kamala’s resolve, a nation’s chance. Mae Jemison’s stars, high above, shimmer with a dream— That no longer is ambition an impossible seam. Rosa Parks’ courage, seated strong, unyielding to the night, Finds its echo in Kamala’s steadfast, soaring flight. Bessie Coleman’s wings, spread across the boundless blue, Guide Kamala’s steps as she makes the old world new. Mumbet’s cry for freedom, a roar through centuries old, Echoes in Kamala’s story, a tale bravely told. Nina Simone’s piano weeps for the untold pain, Yet dances in triumph as Kamala steps into the rain. Audre Lorde’s powerful pen, cutting through the darkness, Finds its grace in Kamala’s light, in her fierce and endless spark. Sarojini Naidu’s words, flowers in the tempest’s gale, Sing alongside Kamala’s, as new dreams set sail. Ruby Bridges’ brave steps through the corridors of hate, Now lay the path for Kamala, to forge and to create. Ketanji Brown Jackson’s wisdom, with justice deeply sewn, Reflects in Kamala’s leadership, a legacy fully grown. Tarana Burke’s call, a rallying cry of strength and voice, Finds harmony in Kamala’s stance, in her courageous choice. Marsha P. Johnson’s fierce heart, a beacon for the lost, Becomes Kamala’s resolve, no matter the cost. Aretha Franklin’s anthem, a call to rise and fight, Resounds in Kamala’s journey, a testament of might. All these voices blend, a chorus through the years, And in Kamala’s stride, they echo, without fears. The ancestors whisper, “Speak it into existence,” Their hopes and dreams weave through Kamala’s persistence. To heal the nation, to mend its fractured seams, She stands as proof that anyone can reach for dreams. The glass ceiling shattered, history’s final call, Kamala Harris, the first to rise, ensuring none shall fall. A promise of America, renewed and redefined, Where every child, regardless of their origin, finds their mind. We stand now at this crossroads, where dreams take flight— It’s all we need to do, to cast our vote, ignite. In Kamala’s victory, a future bright and vast, A testament to hope, where change is steadfast. ©️MustafaSantiagoAli #Poetry #Biden #Kamala #DemVouce1 #VoteBlue #ResistanceUnited #Democracy #Healing