One morning, you wake with the hope that you'll see something profound. Hope the time you spent canvassing for a cause that celebrates the plurality our nation's people, will come to fruition. 

The next, you wake to find the glass ceiling hasn't broken, but thickened, into a perverse lens focused on the disconnect in our culture.     

A rough day. If we can't stem the literal melt of our planet, then the figurative will have to do for now. 

It was a toss up between this and Queen Latfiah's U.N.I.T.Y. but this is more suiting to my mood. Fight the good fight yall.