Franchise
It’s 1914.
My grandmother is born
into an America
without universal suffrage.
It’s 1848.
Seneca Falls is abuzz with ideas.
There are grievances to declare,
signatures to collect.
It’s 2004.
This is my first time voting.
I have never lived in a world
where such a thing was impossible.
It’s 1920.
Finally, an amendment.
White women may vote.
Others—we’ll see.
It’s 1896.
Black women gather to no avail.
They will face poll taxes,
literacy tests. Violence.
It’s 2025.
We have twice failed
to elect a woman president.
Disenfranchisement is rampant.
It’s 1913.
Women march in Washington, D.C.
Their voices loud, hearty:
we believe we will vote someday.
Caitlin Johnson holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Lesley University. Their work has appeared in Dunes Review, The Magnolia Review, Pembroke Magazine, and Vagina: The Zine, among other outlets. Most recently, their poetry has been published as HELL, a chapbook from Luchador Press.