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...I wish people would stop bitching.

My parents coming twenty years ago on planes from Africa and then all of us sitting down watching somebody who finally looked like us becoming the leader of the free world makes me feel like...

I can't even describe it.

I wish people would stop crying and realize what a moment this is for black people. I am the true meaning of African-American. I was born here and yet my parents remember running in the red dust in Africa and playing soccer with their cousins, never believing anything they would say in America no matter how old the country would get would matter.

Yesterday I expected them to throw away our votes.

The more people cry about it, the more it makes America feel the same.

Stop, already.

I cried as Jesse Jackson cried, I wept as I'm sure Martin Luther King above would have wept, I sobbed while my father, my stepmother, my family in Africa, my cousins in New Jersey, my nephew in Alexandria did. An eternal moment of exceeding happiness that makes me feel as if I could write a book based on those fifteen to twenty minutes.

No white person will feel how I did yesterday night. And when I go to school and they hug me and tell me congratulations, I feel sorry for them. They couldn't share this incredible moment the way I can. But the both of us can live to tell of it.

I'm so glad to be alive.