Dear Mr. Trump,
I woke up at 5 am this morning and checked my phone. I checked the feed of my little obscure social media.
"I can't believe he won. He's going to ban gay marriage."
So I went to Google. Google confirmed all I was hearing. Next came the panicked texts from my friends. I'll be honest, my plan was to take my 8-year-old sister and flee to Canada. I soon realized that me, being only 14, couldn't cross the border without a parent. I also couldn't drive, had no stable income, and running away isn't how we deal with problems.
My little sister is African American, as she is adopted, and the light of my life. My initial feeling was fear for her safety. She's already highly dyslexic, she can't deal with this as well. Then I realized tat running away would make things worse for her. Then my many LGBT friends, what would they do? The LGBT community worked so hard for those rights, now gone.
Everyone is declaring my country, my home, broken beyond repair. My mom is fighting with my dad. We can't even talk about the election in my house. Families, friends, coworkers are all divided. I've decided to protect my sister, my family, my way of life my peacefully protesting.
I am not alone. All my classmates are shocked, worried, and/or scared. All they need is a leader. I will fight using words and logic. This battle will not be one with guns, but one of values and wits. Just know, that the children are waiting and the children are vicious.
