On those who ask me to “give the president-elect a chance”

Do not ask me to be silent. 
Do not ask me to give him a chance.

This is what you asked of my grandma 
when she longed to be free of a man
who spent away their savings
and berated her with alcohol-soaked breath.

This is what you asked of her when she
wanted to be more than a washer and drier set,
constantly turning over the family’s dirty laundry.

Do not ask me to forget.
Do not ask me to give him a chance.

This is what you asked of my mother 
when she was assaulted by the husband 
who was supposed to love her.

That is what you asked of her 
when she wanted to leave.

Do not ask me to be patient.
Do not ask me to give him a chance.

This is what you asked of me 
when I came out to him 
and he called it a phase.

This is what you asked of me 
when he wanted to push me
back in the closet.

Do not ask me to wait.
Do not ask me to give him a chance

This is what you asked of us 
when while denying our right to

cast a ballot
marry who we love 
sue sexual predators 
get an abortion
call rape a crime
own a credit card
serve on a jury

Do not ask us to be silent. 
We will not let the silence kill us.
We will not.