I've been looking all week for words to express what I've felt since November 2nd.  I came across this poem by Langston Hughes—a black, gay poet—that prety much says it all.

Democracy
by Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.
This is one I want to commit to memory.
Via Shaula Evans of  tsuredzuregusa.