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two disabled girls both of color, both in their twenties, both stuck at home, sit together over the phone waiting for president-elect mr. barack hussein obama to appear on stage one girl tells her friend that tomorrow they have to go out and buy newspapers “girl! we’ll be able to point at the framed headline---OBAMA ELECTED PRESIDENT and tell our kids that their potential knows no bounds! that they can dream as big as they want that the world, this day, is theirs! our children! my children! my future babies! god is good. god is good” she sighs happily the other one, half listening, whispers “all the time." "god is good all the time.” she is sitting close to the television--- 8 inches away to be precise--- and without realizing it, she is scanning the crowds looking for trouble, as though she has the power to reach out to chicago and protect this man from any harm not believing it is really possible for this man, this black man, to be president, she asks her friend again and again “is this real?” “will we wake up tomorrow and know this only in our dreams?” her friend assures her it is real. a million times her friend assures her it is real. the first girl, a surprisingly staunch believer in the american dream, cries she thanks god, believing that this is nothing short of a miracle, something sent down from heaven for the people a blessed provision that will get us all through hard times the second girl, the one still scared to let go, continues asking her friend if this whole thing is real she realizes that though she has spent hours, days, months, preparing herself for what will happen to communities of color if this man loses the elections, she has not put any thought into what could happen if this man actually won WON! her world feels like it has grown bigger, her lungs deeper her dreams more possible if a black man---actually any person of color--- can be president, what else will she see in her lifetime? what things can she, with community, envision, hold close, and build together? the potential of it all burns brighter than even before she lets go the two girls cry together both with happiness hope and for now, the axing of dreams deferred. here’s to the future. change we build. hope we carry. our dreams. the dreams of our children.