The Poetic Exodus

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

I never want to forget this night. Electric. Intoxicating.

We are living history, folks.

After years and months of believing, it’s finally happening. I’ve got tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat, and a swell of pride in my heart. Now I know what it really means to be “fired up… ready to go!”

Standing on the shoulders of Malcolm, Medgar, Martin, JFK, RFK, DuBois, Lincoln and others, and buoyed by OUR dreams, prayers, funds, time and support… OUR next President is marching forward to the prize.

So proud of you, Senator Obama.

I’m proud of Michelle, your rock and strength - a lady of poise, dignity, beauty and class.

I’m proud of young people, for getting past our cynicism, joining together despite our differences, and creating an unstoppable force. This is more than a campaign. It’s a movement unlike any this nation has ever seen.

I’m proud of Americans from every walk of life and demographic, who refuse to let talk radio provide their “news,” define their beliefs and dictate their politics.

I’m proud of the international community, who are urging and prodding us to live up to our promise and our legacy.

I’m proud of all of US. And, Senator Obama, I’ll be proud to call you MY President.

This fight has just begun. The work starts now. YES WE CAN!