Red Room Where the Writers Are

The day after history was made, I couldn't help but think of the woman who happened to be Barack Obama's mother. She died twelve years ago, and was a year younger than my mother. How amazed she would've been of her son. She probably was amazed of him when she was alive.

He didn't get there alone. Ms. Soetoro, I hope you're up there with Miss Lillian Carter, Rose Kennedy, and Virginia Kelley drinking champagne and dancing. You deserve it.

 Girls like me have raised presidents. We've raised messiahs and musicians, writers and settlers. Girls like me won't compromise and we won't fail.

                                                                                                         Allison Crews