Crying silently

Try your best they say
Just keep going
But what if my best really isn’t that good
And what if I just want to sit and rest
Are the adults in the room trying their best?
Why do white men with titles get to do their worst?
Why am I expected to do more and be better when there are masked men roaming the streets with guns
Why should I have to beg for assistance from a government who would prefer to drag me off to a camp
For being queer, for being a single mom, for being honest about our government
The world is in shambles and yet I sit in the parking lot of an elementary school wiping my face of tears so that I can ask my kids what they learned today
I never ask them who they want to be when they grow up because hearing them talk about their future breaks my heart
So I cry silently in the front seat of the car because I’m trying to hold hope in my hands